A couple days ago, my friend invited me to a “party”. OK, she didn’t call it a party, I did. I was told there would be people and food. That’s about all I needed to know. This party was more of a gathering of young Christian adults. And there was food. This is important to know, because if you are my friend and you attempt to invite me somewhere and there will not be food, I am not going.
Anyway, it was great, food included. I was uneasy at first. I didn’t really know anyone minus like 4 people. It was mostly a crowd of Hillsong-ers and Bethel-ers. You know what I mean? So like, not Tasha Cobbs. I was uneasy. I realize this is low-key judgmental.
We are all Christians in this crowd, but all kinda different. That was the beautiful part and also the challenging part. Let’s face it, most churches or congregations of Christians are homogenous. This gathering seemed, in a sense, counter cultural. Though the crowd was mostly young privileged white folks, the fact that more than 3 black people were there made me feel a little less uneasy.
This blog isn’t about the racial make up of the party or the racial segregation that plagues most churches. This is about work and faith and how I realized, I’m not very Christian at work. Like not at all.
How does faith play a role in your work? I stood dumbfounded at this question. I never considered it. I remember thinking, ummm.. it doesn’t. I remember feeling shame for thinking that. Then I remember racking my brain for logic or at least cognitive dissonance. Some way I can make it fit. I’m in a room full of people who have GOOD answers to this question and I have silence.
I am nice at work. Most times. Christians are nice. Thus, my faith plays a role. Imagine 20 more thoughts like this. All of them nonsense.
I had to come to terms with the very real fact that I hadn’t given my faith any life outside of Sunday and my group of Christian friends. I needed to reconcile the fact that if you worked with me you likely wouldn’t know I was a Christian. Not because I’ve never said so, but because my life didn’t show it.
I love my job. I love my co-workers. BUT, work is hard. It challenges you like anything else. It puts your faith to the test. I can’t recall a time in the past 2 years where I prayed about my job, prayed at my job, or was a witness to Christ. I’m not talking about throwing bibles at my co-workers heads or walking around with a “MAKE CHRISTIANITY GREAT AGAIN” hat. I’m talking about when things get stressful, there are tight deadlines, disappointed clients, long shoots, or I’m working on the 10th revision of a video no one even likes; I lose it. I become hard to work with. My attitude brings my co-workers down, halts creativity, production, and problem solving. I make my job my identity and any success or failure I get from that identity ruins me. Work begins to rule my life. It decides whether I can be happy or in despair. That kind of work life is not, in my opinion, a witness to Christ. It’s a witness to a chaos and fear.
That night at the party we were
forced encouraged to talk with other people about this mix of faith and work and I found that some people had no line of demarcation and some, like me, had clear cut offs. While that made me feel normal and unashamed, it also made me want to do better.
I don’t have a plan of action yet. Just some words of encouragement for you if you find yourself in this situation. Do not feel ashamed or condemned. There is no condemnation…. amen?! Just Do. Do find a person you can learn from. Do pray. Do try. And when you fail, do be humble and try again. Do give and receive grace. Do forgive. Just Do.
Ok, that’s all. Imma go yell the entire book of Romans at my co-workers right now and be all judgey.
Are you a believer? How does your faith play a role in your work? Let me know in the comments.