Skip to main content

Think-About-It #4

I'm a pro at being distracted. I'm supposed to be writing a book report (I thought those were for, like, middle school...apparently not), and I am writing it. It's because of the book that I'm chasing the squirrel (UP? Remember the dog? Whatever.) to write this.

The book I'm reading is The Culture Code by Clotaire Rapaille. It's about the unconscious descriptors and causes we assign to things in our culture.  For example, the American culture code for "car" is "identity", while the German culture code for "car" is "engineering".  Americans are more concerned with how the car makes them look than with how it's built.

I just got to the chapter on Money and Work. According to Rapaille, the code for "work" is "who you are".  Sadly, I think he's right on.  How many people find their identity in what they do, even if they don't like it?  How often do we make snap judgments based what their line of work is?  Guilty.

Our identity shouldn't and isn't found in what we do to put food on the table (or what we do that won't put food on the table for several years, as is the case with college students).  Our identity is found in Christ and in His purpose for our life.  My purpose isn't to design nice stuff that I (will someday) charge lots of money for (my FREElance won't be free forever. Just warning you.), it's to reach the people that I come in contact with for Christ.  My identity is a child of the King, not a computer geek.  That may be how I earn money, but it's not what I do and it's not who I am.

Who are you?

"I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.  Galatians 2:20

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A Note About My Siblings

The Original Siblings These are the "siblings". With the last three of the bunch graduating high school this year, I think it's an appropriate time to introduce them. On the left is Liz. An accounting major, she provides the common sense in the bunch. And thanks to her love of musicals, we all are a little more cultured. Next is Aaron. If you're ever in a jam, he'll be the first to help you out. And he'll make you laugh very hard in the process. Then Steph. Whether you've known her for 10 minutes or 10 years, she'll make you feel like an old friend. And she's often responsible for the-- never mind. It's classified. And Nick. Nick can hack your database or take a perfectly composed picture of a sunrise, depending on the day. And he's also got car ride composition covered. Abby. You'll know Abby's been there by the trail of little children tagging along after her. And she keeps us classy in word and deed. Finally Mica...

The Thing I Hate About School

It's consuming. Here we are, last day of classes with four days of finals to go, and I'm consumed with homework. I have no time for people. I HATE IT!!! I like people. I like being with people, doing things with people, talking with people, and sharing real life with people. When I'm spending hours on homework, people have to get skipped. You want to do something with me? Well, I have an opening between 4:37 and 4:52. Would that work for you? No? Ok, how about three weeks from next Tuesday at 12:57? Oh, you have class then? Well, you'll have to go on my waiting list. If a Marketing Plan cancels, I'll let you know. That's basically been my whole semester. As frustrating as it has been, I've learned from it. Not necessarily applied what I've learned, but I have learned. A family friend who works for Campus Crusade in Florida says it well in one of his blog posts: "Everybody has 168 hours each week... The schedule is in your hands. How will you use yo...

Is Caution My Excuse for Convenience?

 If I truly lived to serve Christ with no regard for myself, today I would have... -Had a better conversation with the bank teller -Asked the elderly lady walking down the road in the cold dark if she needed a ride somewhere  Do we as a Christian culture train our kids improperly? Every time I see someone walking down the road, I don't see someone needing help, I see someone who is a potential danger to me. When the bank teller is grouchy, I am offended that they weren't more pleasant and conversive with me. Me. When is it time to stop focusing on the possible dangers of an action, and trust God for the possible encouragement and healing that could come from it? What things do we actually need to consider, and what to we use as an excuse to avoid doing something that's "inconvenient" to us?