I have, in my opinion, world's perfect job. Just look at evidence. I love people and I love God. I love talking to people about God and I love talking to God about people.
Therefore, if you put these two together, I am doing what I love doing: greatest job in world.
I must confess, however, this was not always case. When I wore a younger man's suit, I had different ideas about what would be greatest job in world for me.
Nowhere on that short list did being a pastor appear. God, sometimes, displays a marvelous sense of humor in selecting people for his service. I am supreme example.
The apostle Paul writes, "But God hath chosen foolish things of world to confound wise; and God hath chosen weak things of world to confound things which are mighty;" (1 Corinthians 1:27 KJV.)
As a young person, I thought only one job would be greatest job in world. In my mind, I aspired to this fabulous career often fantasizing about how great it would be to spend all my time in this job.
The greatest job in world to me at that time was being a Snow Cone Man. Nothing compared, in my estimation, to Snow Cone Man.
I was not alone in my aspirations. Most of my pals at time harbored similar vocational goals. No person in our lives at time was as exciting as Snow Cone Man.
The SCM came down our street three times a week, without fail, much to our delight. This, of course, was during our summer vacation when we were out of school and had plenty of time on our hands.
Perhaps, in our small town, with nothing to really interest or excite us, Snow Cone Man was one thing we had to look forward to. Regardless, we believed he had greatest job in world.
For one, he rode coolest motorcycle vehicle I have ever seen — a three-wheel motorcycle, with a large compartment on back, containing all snow cone accoutrements. I don't know if it was motorcycle or cargo that fascinated us. Your guess is probably right one.
Also, he wore a nifty white suit with a fabulous hat. At time, I would have given anything for a hat like his. It was often topic of our discussion when he left us to our snow cone treats.
One thing was sure, everybody loved him. He sold those snow cones for 5 cents each. What a bargain. The icy treat was a paper cone piled high with crushed ice and then flavored with your choice of strawberry, raspberry, lemon, lime syrup, but my all-time favorite was root beer.