Another line job. I have the pleasure of standing in front of a large piece of German-made hydraulic machinery, staring at the unbound pages of high school physics textbooks for several hours. As the stacks of paper in front of me get shorter, I re-fill them with more printed, folded textbook parts. I have four stacks to keep filled, but I could handle six or seven. Maybe eight. I’m bored.
I close my eyes, and there are so many thoughts. It’s almost like I’m falling through them. Pictures of the past. I open my eyes and suddenly there are words instead:
Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before,
I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
Christ died so I could have a relationship with Him–true life. Right now, that true life means staring at the pages of Physics textbooks. And it’s amazing.
So… not a mindless job. A job that lets me turn my mind to things that really matter, if I’m mindful enough to keep it there.