I'm Out of Here!

Steve Brown July 6th, 2007

I'm going away on vacation!

Well, that's not exactly true. I'm going to spend a week teaching the missionaries of my denomination at our conference center (Ridge Haven) in the mountains of North Carolina. Then my wife and I are going to spend most of a week with our children, their husbands and our grandchildren at Dollywood in Tennessee…

…and then a week recovering from the first two weeks!

During that week, I'm not going to pray, go to church or read the Bible. In fact, I may just get drunk.

Just kidding!

Actually, that's what I would like to do sometimes, but I can't get away from Him. I love the church because she is the bride of Christ, albeit an ugly bride. And the Bible is one of the few places I can go where people don't lie to me. "Religion" (God help me and you should pray for me) is what I do.

Not only that, I can't get booze down.

But I'm going away on vacation.

I hate vacations! I can't control anything (especially grandchildren), nobody needs me and I can't pretend to be tired.

But I'm developing a better attitude because of what a friend of mine, Bruce Fogerty, said the other day. He said, "Never go to work for God."

That sounds like heresy until you listen to what else Bruce said. He went on:

"Stay His child. Working for God always has and always will stink. Being God's son or daughter and enjoying the privileges of adoption is a blessing of unimagined proportions. Satan's goal now in your life is to have you get from son/heir to day laborer. Don't make the trade."

So I've stopped working for God as a day laborer. I'm getting too old for this, anyway.

Maybe my being a son instead of a day laborer makes me sound a bit flip and even sometimes offensive. Maybe I seem to take it too much for granted and appear to be a little too cocky. Sometimes I even take advantage of the fact that I'm not a day laborer and do things that would get a day laborer fired. I laugh a lot and that offends some of the other day laborers and there are times when I even refuse to work.

But I don't care. Everybody will have to deal with it. My father owns this farm and he loves me and will never kick me out. Fathers don't kick their sons out…at least really good fathers, and this one is the best. My elder brother (Jesus) said, "If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more your Father in heaven…"

So I'm out of here! I don't work for God anymore. I own the place…or will.

If you want, you can have my hoe and shovel.

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