The Times, They Are Changin

    After two and a half years working at the restaurant, I finally called it quits last night. I'm moving to a new place with new faces and yet things are still the same. I will still be double-sat. I will still be frustrated with questions. I will still be working in a restaurant so things will not be perfect. 

    A friend of mine asked me yesterday why I would leave our current restaurant only to find another job waiting tables. I told her I had my reasons, but she was unsatisfied with that answer. Why would you move to a new place with new people and the same problems?

    I've been thinking about that same question lately and I think I have some sort of answer. There is not a perfect job out there. If the San Francisco Giants called me today and said they needed a new second-baseman, I would struggle with the travel. If I was getting paid for my work at Tapestry (which I love), I would soon realize that a community full of sinners is no place to look for ultimate satisfaction. 

    Mick Jager said it best when he simply said "I can't get no satisfaction". He was a rock star when he wrote that. I think the issue is not whether or not we get the right job, the right relationships or the right circumstances. We will never be truly satisfied here while we wait to be made new. 

    So that's my answer. Among other jobs I could be doing instead of waiting tables, I like my job. It's a job full of interesting and humbling circumstances. It's anything but perfect, so it goes right along with the rest of my life. 

     There will be a day, though, when everything is going to be made perfect. I am waiting for the day when Jesus comes back and makes good on the promise he bought with his death on the cross. I am waiting for the revealing of the sons of God. 

     For the time being, I'll keep waiting tables and looking for Jesus.