The locker room is one of the places I fish for men. This morning was one of those brilliant moments when I heard a stranger say, “I love my job.” Wow, gold! Keep in mind there were a number of others listening. I responded with, “I believe work is worship, but I have a question. Why do you love your job?”
My new friend Johnny let loose with, “I just like every person where I work. I come in every day and delight in working with them. There isn’t one I don’t like.” By this time I was laughing and having fun.
When he said, “I guess everything we do should be worship,” I could almost hear that go into the men dressing in and out.
In stark contrast some time ago I listened to a man loudly disclaim his former church in the same locker room as he released a stream of bitterness into the atmosphere. The cool thing is that I took him to lunch today and dug down into all the hurt and pain he had experienced. An hour later I asked, “So where are you today? Have you forgiven these people…because I remember hearing you broadcast some serious bitterness in the locker room?”
He was quiet for a moment. Reflective. Then to my amazement, he said, “Yes, God is helping me. I want to get my life back.” We left friends.
I love fishing.