Roofing and Reroofing

So yesterday was the last day of roofing for me, for at least this year and hopefully forever.  It was in erie, a 2 story 12-12.  One of those that are right next to the other houses, and hardly any room to move around.  It had 3 dormers and a two porches that were all messed up because somebody doesn't know how to install rubber.  We tore off everything and dried it in; shingled a little.  It was a long day.

Today I feel as if I have been hit by a boeing 747.  My eyes are heavy and my arms are sluggish.  If I needed to move anything today, forget it.  I am spent.  But I have so much work to do at the office today, no time for a break.  Youth Advance is coming up, this weekend (YIKES!!), and there's the normal wear and tear of Wednesday and Thursdays.  It seems as if it never stops.  It never quits, and that is exactly what life is like.

It is funny because in college I thought I was going to change the world right away.  I was going to be the Youth Pastor that nobody has ever seen.  Awesome and amazing.  Dynamic and real.  Relevant and challenging.  New-school and Old-school.  I am the One... or maybe I am just one of the many.

It is funny that we are fed the line that we are special, other, different, better, or something...  We are told that we are extra ordinary, and we are abnormal.  But the fact is we are normal.  Kind of depressing actually.  We are normal, we are the same, we are one of the masses.  And I have been trying to understand that.  "I thought God wanted me to change the world?!"  But to change the world, do I have to be different than the rest?  Do I have to be that hero?  Or is it ok to just be me, who is just like you, and them?

Roofing is about strength, finesse, and knowledge.  And when you tear off a roof and put another on, you rely on your own strength to get the job done.  But ministry is totally different.  Sure I went to school for equipping of the right tools.  But this is a battle not won by my own strength.  No matter how hard you try to change the world, I realize that I am going to fall short of my dreams.... I need to accept I am just one of the many, and God might then chose to use one of those many to change the world.  It seems to be the story of the bible.  The nobody, is used to make a huge difference.  And in the end, they still are a nobody but in a world that was changed out from underneath them...

Maybe I will be one of the many that God chooses to reroof the world.  Maybe not.