Growing up in an affluent suburb of metropolitan Detroit, I learned a lot about the power of a job title. My surroundings taught me that a person’s job title, the title listed on one’s business card, determined the car you drove, the house you lived in, the number of friends you had, and the amount of joy you had in life. The better the job title, the better the car, bigger the house, the more friends you had, and the more joy you experienced. I was taught that one’s fulfillment (a person’s joy) was directly proportionate to the prestige of his or her job title. It was a simple formula really, one I could easily grasp, that is, until I actually had the job title and didn’t have any joy.
At the age of 21, I had the car, I had what I thought to be friends, and I had the money, but no matter how hard I tried, I didn’t have any joy. Ecclesiastes 5 tells us that, “The lover of money will not be satisfied with money, nor the lover of wealth with gain.”
I rediscovered joy (and God’s peace) when I first heard my little sister sing almost ten years ago. I can still remember hearing her voice as she sang for the very first time. I couldn’t believe my ears, her voice radiated with confidence and love. It was filled with pure joy, something I desperately wanted.
My little sister is one of the reasons I became a pastor. With her joy-filled song, she invited me to join her at church. She asked me if I’d be willing to give up some of my time to join her youth group. She asked me, “Scott would you be willing to be a chaperone for our youth group? And would you be willing to drive one of our church’s vans?”
My little sister was the first person in my life, who actually invited me to give up some of my time, to give up some of my money, to give up some of my commitments in order that I might begin a journey of faith. Within three year’s time of her first invitation, I left my position in the investment world in order to become a pastor. I cashed in my IRA’s, I spent my savings, and I sacrificed my job title in order to live out a life of faith, and in so doing I found life. I met my wife, I found my voice, and I discovered that my life was being filled with God’s joy and peace. My heart had been touched and turned inside out, my grip had been loosened, and my life no longer depended upon my job title. My little sister invited me to encounter the Holy Spirit, and I said yes.
I believe that God is calling you similarly. I believe that God is calling you to give of yourself, to give of your time, to give up some of your commitments in order to give back a portion of the things you hold onto so dearly, in order that you might be filled with God’s joy and peace. I wonder, have you been ignoring God’s invitation? Have you been neglecting a call to action? Have you been unwilling to let go of your commitments in order to free yourself to give back? My friends, God is calling you to sing. God is calling you to serve. God is calling you to live a life of generosity and joy.