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November 7, 2010


I've been talking a lot about careers and the working future with seemingly everyone I know: family, old friends, new Lubbock friends, and dealing with it myself. I think, for me, a poem we discussed in church today really sums up how I feel.
     Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
     Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
     but you know they were made to be used.
     The pitcher cries for water to carry
     and a person for work that is real.

      - Marge Piercy (excerpt from To Be of Use)

I've always felt that we should work to be our best and that our works should leave a lasting improvement in our world (by that I mean community, environment, society, country, whatever you identify with and hold dear). At the end of the day, I want to know that I have done something lasting and beneficial, either as a volunteer or as a paid professional. In the absence of this fulfillment, I feel useless and cry for water to carry.

For the Christians, you can find this thought in James 2:24, "Man is justified by works, and not by faith alone." All too often, in the modern era of pickers and choosers of which verses you follow and which you throw out, the concept of works is completely forgotten.

Here I am volunteering for Houston Audubon. I just renewed my membership this month.

Caleb Planting a Tree