Respecting all kinds of work

September 6, 2011

The other day, I was doing a little "internet checking" and went into a website called "Viewshound",
where anyone can publish their views and opinions on almost
everything.  I actually got an article published there once, a few weeks
ago; I wanted to check out their religion section, which is listed
(interestingly) within a larger section called "Real Life." 

There I was pleased to find an article by a man who took the time and
trouble to say write about he was a Christian, in response to an atheist
who had posted earlier.  I resonated with the inclusivity of his faith
and his witness of "total dependence on Jesus." 

Then, at the end, came the zinger.  He doesn't go to church, because the
churches make him mad.  (Ok, so I kind of get that.)  And, to top
things off, pastors make him mad as well, with their "easy jobs and
cushy pensions." 

Well, all righty then.

After the defensive knee-jerking (you think my job is easy?  Just try
presiding at the funeral for a still-born baby, or coordinating moving
help for the woman who's losing her home, or talking to the people who
come in looking for cash, or talking to the couple who won't talk to
each other, or just standing in front of people every Sunday and looking
into their eyes, and knowing they are all expecting a good word for
their lives, and for the battles they face....)

After the defensive knee-jerking was done, what I was left with was the
understanding of what it feels like when your vocation has been
dismissed as something relatively easy and without much value.

I think that pastors are also guilty of doing this, although in more
subtle ways.  Sometimes it's not understanding what it's like to work
eight hour days, with 1/2 hour for lunch.  Sometimes it's not
understanding that there are a lot of other vocations where people need
to work evenings or take work home, or where the hours are erratic. 
Sometimes it's not understanding that the people who are our church
leaders are doing this volunteer work on top of their other work.

But lack of respect for different kinds of work is everywhere, not just
the man who thinks that I have an "easy job", but in the people who like
to think that teachers and other public employees are the cause of our
problems, in the people who think that those who work with their hands
have easy work, or that those who use their brains more than their hands
have easy work, or that those who get to go home at 5:00 have easy
work, or that those who have a flexible schedule have easy work.  Lately
there has been disturbing rhetoric that I think tries to elevate
certain kinds of work (some people are "job creators" and others are
not) without understand the value and the challenges and the necessity
of all kinds of work.

Professional musicians I know sometimes complain that no one really
understands the complex set of skills and physical challenges of their
work -- after all it looks so fun, and some people do it for fun.  But
the same thing could be said about the landscaper who is coming to
beautify our front yard, or the hairdresser, or the homebuilder.  And
what about the clerk who rings up your purchases, or the waitress that
serves you, or the janitor who comes in the night and cleans the
building where you work?  I will come right out and say that though I
have typed for a living, I have never worked a cash register, or
waitressed.  I have known for almost all of my life that I would not be
good at waitressing.  I bow to those who are.

So this Labor Day, I give thanks for the garbage collector, the clerk at
my grocery store, the teachers and nurses and doctors, secretaries and
administrators, those who work on assembly lines, musicians and artists,
the landscaper and the person who repairs the roof, I give thanks for
those who run companies and those who work for the companies, those who
work in the private sector and those in the public sector.

And I invite you to share your own stories of the unique rewards and challenges of the work you do.

Originally posted at Faith in Community.