From Shepherd to King

Have you ever felt unsatisfied or unfulfilled in your work?

I work part time at an amazing church and love every minute of it! The rest of the time I work as a roofer. I don’t hate roofing but it does feel like “just a job” most of the time (if you know what I mean).

One day while I was out working on a roof, I found myself feeling unsatisfied with my current job as a roofer. I began to convey my frustrations to God and started asking him questions like,

“How long do I have to keep working somewhere that leaves me feeling unfulfilled?”

“If you have great things planned for me, why does my life feel so mundane and tedious?”

Moments later, I felt His presence invaded the rooftop so tangibly and thick that it literally caused me to worship and praise… until I realized I probably looked pretty ridiculous!

I asked God, “Why would you show up like that?”

“Don’t hate your time in the shepherd’s field,” He said.

Instantly I got a picture in my head of a young David worshiping in the shepherd’s field. He chose to make something that should have been mundane and average, into something marvellous and beautiful.

It was right then that I realized that my job really isn’t what matters. It helps pays the bills and helps contribute to society in a practical way, but in the grand scheme of things, it’s nothing. Nothing in comparison to what I have with the God of the universe! What is more fulfilling than interacting with the God of the universe? Amazing!

I also realized that these moments are what God uses to change us and shape us. As small and innocent as these moments start, they mold us into the people He calls us to be. David was only a simple shepherd but God shaped Him into a champion, a king, and a man after God’s own heart. I am a roofer, but like David, I know I’m so much more than that.

Let’s be like David, let’s be the type of people who would still be out in the shepherd’s field even if no one came and told us we were meant to become king.

-Thomas Bodenchuk


I Your Maker

Blaise Pascal, the 17th century philosopher and math whiz, famously wrote: “All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.” To Pascal’s statement, I’d add that many of my heart’s problems stem from my inability to sit quietly before my Creator.

So, as an experiment, at the end of my day, I tried it. On the back deck, below a dark sky flecked with stars, I stood in the silence and waited. From somewhere down the road, a dog’s bark echoed. A motorbike revved by. The moon, a gold whole note, hung its mute music.

And in the midst of the cold night’s soundscape, a small but steady voice hummed through to me:

I made all this.

And I’m your Maker.

That voice—quiet, sure, unmistakably His—came like a spark to light the wick of my worship. What surged in me was an urgent need to say, “Lord, thank you”—to tip my face to the sky, that thin veil between here and eternity, and lift an overflowing heart to Him, a heart suddenly aware again of His sovereignty, His power, and His supreme love.

Let our worship be a response to God’s voice, to His love. Before the clamour of our words, His word. Before our shouts, His still, small voice. Before our litany of prayers, pleas and petitions, His generous grace that gives us room to rest. Before the song, His presence, and because of His presence, the song.

-Carla Funk