A Pawn for the Man
I am currently reading my favorite author’s latest release. He is sarcastic, witty, and hilarious while acutely bringing out life lessons for all to heed. I speak of none other than widely respected Donald Miller. His latest book called To Own a Dragon is about living life with out a father. One particular story I am fond of is a picture of a young Miller sitting in his youth pastor’s office bugging him (like many younger kids can do well) interrogating him about every book in the office and devising a plan to rearrange his office. Miller even suggests his pastor do away with his desk to allow adequate space for a putting green, disclaiming that Ronald Reagan worked standing up often and so could he. Miller has plans for his youth pastor add a mini putting green in place of his desk. This is the seg-way into Don getting his first taste of inking the steno. Donald Miller attempts and accomplishes his first journalistic venture. After this completion
Miller and his minister talk about his work and the pastor begins giving some hints or advice. Here Miller says that he will ultimately decide his artistic direction. He emphatically replies “I won’t be a pawn for the man; I am not a fan of corporate”, How very “Donald Miller-ish”.
I’m a pawn
I how ever, lately, have viewed myself as exactly that; a pawn for the Man. I merely see myself as a pawn in God’s plan. This string of thoughts has been birthed from some recent occurrences with a friend of mine. I befriended a girl this summer and eventually dated her for a bit. Through the time we dated I invited to come to church with me and she really liked the church and continued to come after we had split. Such as life we are all dealt a different hand and her hand hasn’t been easy. Since she has been attending this church people have really reached out a helping hand. For example people came together and purchased her a car, which is awesome! Other things have happened to her because of people at this church and since I introduced her to this place of community I thought I deserved a bit of gratitude. But who am I to fool, I deserve nothing God reminded me. I was part of his plan for her, his plan to better her, merely a means for his end.
God reminded me that I am his missionary of sorts… his servant. I am to carry out God’s desires and receive gratification in that alone from Him. For God is the source of true, lasting, satisfaction and not man’s gratitude. Whether it be an ex-girl friend, a friend, or a stranger we should rejoice in the fact that they are at a better place in their life because of Christ, not any empty works that we have done. May God remind me constantly that I am simply a pawn for the man.
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