Unemployed Laborer

Beneath the shade of a pine tree, looking over the crowd

On my knees at the top of a hill overlooking the valley

Driving the streets of my city

Standing in a driveway listening with my whole heart

Under the umbrella while the rain pours around me

Pacing back and forth in a kitchen not my own

In an upper room with others

On the stage for a friend’s baptism

These are the places I’ve been in the last week alone, mostly to pray. Sometimes I walk alone. Many times I don’t. Culture defines me as unemployed. God defines me as “laborer”.

Luk 10:2  Then He said to them, “The harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few; therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.”

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