In the years, months, weeks, days and hours since we have had the vision of planting a church, a thought has constantly been running through my mind…
“Are you sure this is what you are supposed to do…are you sure this is your PURPOSE?”
For all intents and purposes I wish this wasn’t true, but nay…it is.
The word PURPOSE is used a lot…”What is my purpose in life? Why am I here?” Don’t we all want to know this? Or at least a small majority want to know this?
We go to schools, classes, gurus, shamans, shrinks and the like…we all look for something, we all search for something, we all want something.
My dad is a painter, he paints houses. New houses, old houses. He has done this for over 30 years. When I was in middle school I was so embarrassed when he used to drop me off at school. I would ask him to hide all his painting stuff or drop me of somewhere far. Thinking of this memory makes me sad, I cannot believe I was embarrassed of my dad. I’m ashamed really. How could I be embarrassed of the man that raised me, loved me, provided for me?
A few years later I remember working for my dad during the summer for extra money and I asked him. “Why painting? Of anything in the world, why this?”
I will not forgot his answer…ever.
“Son, this is my purpose in life, this is what makes me happy, this is what I am suppose to do. You see when I paint a house I get a joy that nothing else has given me. When I start painting a house it’s bland, it’s dull…but I add color, I add detail, I add character to a house…”
And with that…I was never embarrassed of my dad again. In fact that’s when he became my all time HERO.
In that lunch time conversation I learned what purpose was