‘Round here I say, “The boys wear their work.” Dirt, grime, and grease mixed with heat wave sweat smear clothes and faces. They leave freshly laundered only to return home coated with the work of the day. This Texas summer has draggin’ knuckle tired written all over their faces.
They enter the house late and I gently say, “Long day, son?”
Yes, these are long hot days. The boys live the saying, “Make hay while the sun shines.” Because hay doesn’t care the temperature is rising above 100, and our sky is filled with the Sahara desert. Machines don’t wait for alarm clocks to be repaired, nor do they care if two hours of sleep doesn’t refresh a man. They wear their work, and I glimpse the Holy.
Shouldn’t we all wear our work? Shouldn’t we all go out into the world freshly laundered in grace and return home smudged from the world He’s sent us into?
What would our world look like if we were willing to get dirty for the sake of Love? If we embraced heat and grime to share Good News? Are we worried what reaction we will receive when we get home. Or ruining our clothes?
Jesus didn’t call me to live clean here. He called me to go make disciples. Baptize and teach. It’s a Mike Rowe dirty job, and I’m blessed to wear it. Because there are days I’m worn out. Days I drag tired bones across the threshold of the front door and sigh, “Its been a long day.”
I imagine the Father grins as he nods and says, “Yep, you wear it well.”
Go, therefore, and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe everything I have commanded you. And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age. Matthew 28:19-20