“So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do everything for the glory of God.” 1 Corinthians 10:31, NRSV
The other night we had some people over for dinner. Joan decided a big spinach salad would be the perfect accompaniment for the main dish she was preparing. She gave me the job of rinsing the spinach leaves and pulling all the stems off.
Because Lord knows, you can’t have a proper spinach salad with a bunch of stemmy spinach leaves, right?
And so, being the jolly team player I am, I set about my task… whistling as I worked.
Did I mention it was a BIG bag of baby spinach… with lots and lots of individual pieces of spinach in it… and that each spinach leaf had a stem attached to it?
Soon enough, my whistling stopped. The pile of un-destemmed spinach looked larger than it did when I started. The de-stemmed pile seemed impossibly small.
It was one of those repetitive, mindless jobs that I have never been a big fan of. It was fun having Joan there beside me doing her part of the dinner prep (her job, incidentally, was preparing the dressing and all of the other ingredients for the spinach salad… a job that involved skill and creativity). So at least I was able to divert my attention from the drudgery of the moment with some light, engaging banter with my wife.
But still…
That moment took me back to a couple of jobs I held a long time ago that involved a heavy dose of monotonous, repetitive work.
Mind you, these were not jobs that lasted only as long as it took to de-stem a 12-ounce bag of baby spinach.
These were jobs that lasted a whole lot longer.
One of those involved working for our next-door neighbor as a 12-year old kid. Miss Williams had some prize rose gardens back behind the house and my job was to go through each plant and pick off any aphids I could find.
For that mind-numbing work, I made the princely sum of 35 cents an hour. After three hours of aphid-picking, I had a solid DOLLAR in my pocket… with no taxes withheld. (Sorry, IRS!)
Later, when I was older, I worked in the factory of a company that manufactured hydraulic and pneumatic valves. For eight hours a day, five days a week, I put little rubber O-rings onto the end of the pistons inside the valves. O-rings – as I’m sure you know – keep the air or fluid from leaking into the piston.
I have to confess that I mostly hated those jobs. Every day I dreaded showing up and could not wait for the end of my workday. As soon as I found something else, I was out of there!
It was not until much later that I realized a couple of things about those jobs. First, I realized that for some people ANY job – even a monotonous job – is a godsend. It is the means to providing food and shelter for them or for their family. That job provides a place where they can contribute to the world and stay gainfully occupied. The job I whine about just might be a lifesaver for someone else.
My second realization was that almost EVERY endeavor includes a grinding, monotonous, mindless component at some stage. A brilliant concert pianist has had to spend hours and hours in tedious, repetitive practice. A gifted NFL quarterback (like, oh, for example, PATRICK MAHOMES) has had to throw thousands of balls on a practice field, away from the bright lights, every day, on his own. The charismatic, gifted preacher has sweated bullets over multiple drafts of that sermon and thrown away more pages than she has kept.
It all makes me think of Brother Lawrence. Brother Lawrence was a 13thcentury Christian monastic. For his entire life as a monk, Brother Lawrence worked in the monastery kitchen, cooking for the other monks and cleaning up their dirty dishes. He had no time to sit in quiet contemplation of heavenly realities, listening for the voice of God. There was always the next meal to prepare.
And yet, somehow, Brother Lawrence found holiness there in the kitchen. Here is the prayer that is attributed to him:
Lord of all pots and pans and things,
since I’ve no time to be a great saint
by doing lovely things,
or watching late with Thee,
or dreaming in the dawnlight,
or storming heaven’s gates,
make me a saint by getting meals,
and washing up the plates.
Warm all the kitchen with Thy Love,
and light it with Thy peace;
forgive me all my worrying,
and make my grumbling cease.
Thou who didst love to give men food,
in room, or by the sea,
accept the service that I do,
I do it unto Thee.
Amen
Yeah… but did he ever have to de-stem a whole bag of baby spinach?
Russellings of the Spirit 
I read them all and appreciate the interesting way you write. Mostly entertaining, always interesting;
How is Joan?
Blessings,
Warren
Thank you, my friend. Joan is doing well. There are still days of low energy, but they are becoming further and further spaced. I hope all is well with you and Dian.
True, any job can be doe to the glory of God.
I’m reminded of the Chinese Christian man imprisoned for his faith in a filthy, smelly prison with no toilet facilities.
One day he asked the guard if he could have a bucket of water, soap and some rags to clean the cells. The guard thought he was crazy but was happy to have him do it. (The guards didn’t enjoy the stench any more than the prisoners.) So from then on the man went from cell to cell washing them down – and shared the gospel with every one of the prisoners.
Amen, Russell. I read The Practice of the Presence of God as a young believer and benefitted immensely from it–Brother Lawrence remains a one of my favorite heroes of the faith.