And when he had called the people unto him with his disciples also, he said unto them, Whosoever will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospel’s, the same shall save it. For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?
- Matthew 8.34-37
The pilgrim’s journey is a hard one, and it’s easy to get off track. Even when you think you’re on the right one.
As much as I hate to admit it, I let idolatry creep into my daily life. My business as a mobile small engine repair service did what I thought was really unthinkable: it began to force it’s way into being a top priority. Some of the symptoms were pretty unnoticeable at first, and I explained them away pretty quickly. Then came spiritual coldness. Then the wandering mind during activities such as prayer, always back to the worries and concerns dealing with making a profit. Soon came the tendency to think everyone else was as interested in the business as I was – to the point where I stopped listening to others and what they had to say – I was doing all of the talking. The busyness leeched over into hostility inside, as anything that threatened my time ‘needed’ in order to perform jobs became a hindrance and an annoyance. Even worthless, a waste. I began to see Bible study and my ministry of teaching in the same light – but yet I still kept on.
Finally, God brought some circumstances that cut me off at the knees.
First, numbers don’t lie. For all the time that I put into the business, it became a bag with a huge hole in the bottom. Then came my new illness – cluster headaches. Living with them and the treatment that keeps them at bay has all but removed the physical strength needed to perform my regular job well. From there, I began to run across repair jobs that defied any effort to be resolved, despite considerable time, research and energy. Even the easy ones. Finally, the day came when I realized that I was just exhausted, stressed out, and not having fun anymore. It no longer was about the joy of helping someone out – it became a fight to survive as a business.
So here I am.
I can’t keep ‘kicking against the pricks’ and expect that I will improve or even flourish spiritually. It begs the question – “Why am I doing what I am?” I think that the answer began to morph from “To the glory of God” to “So I look good before others, and gain their approval”. And money. There’s always that.
Now comes an even harder battle – it’s called swallowing an ocean of pride. Everything from contacting the government agencies, to closing the bank and credit accounts, to selling the truck I thought would be the answer to all the problems with the business. It won’t be easy.
However…
If I can reach a point where the repair work is motivated by ministry, if I can become a blessing to those who need help and I have had to put them off because of misplaced priorities, and most of all, I can get back to what God has really called me to do (one such thing is this blog page) then all the effort will certainly be worth it.
Lord willing.

