When I was still a student in high school, I knew I was called to become a full-time missionary - but I also knew I would have to work for some years first.
In those days we often went to the international airport to drop someone off or pick them up from a mission trip. I longed for the day when it would be my turn.
On one of those occasions I saw a door in the terminal, and I saw a man open it and go in. I didn't know what it was. But it looked official - it didn't look like it was for the everyday public.
I said to God, "I know I'm going to have to work for a few years when I leave school before I go into full time ministry. I don't know what that door is for, but whatever it's for, when I leave school, I want to get a job where I get to go through those doors."
When I finally graduated from high school, I stated working full-time in a job which I'd been doing part-time during my last year at school. But I knew it wasn't something I was meant to do permanently, so at the same time I was applying for other jobs.
Sometimes I would be short-listed for an interview, one time I even ended-up being called back as their second choice, but I wasn't quite landing a job. All of the time I never really felt quite right about the job in my spirit anyway. So I decided to fast for two days.
At the end of the second day, I got a number of phone calls and a number of job offers - and none of them were jobs I'd actually applied for. So then I had a new problem - which job to choose!
This gave me better work, but still I didn't feel quite right about the career-direction it would have taken me.
Then one day the assistant pastor in my church in Ipswich told me that he'd received a phone call from a member of our church in Brisbane, asking if there was a suitable young man in our church who might be available for a job.
So I went for the interview, and the boss said, "Start tomorrow."
The next morning I was shown around my duties. And it involved going through those very doors at the international terminal twice every day!
Then one day the assistant pastor in my church in Ipswich told me that he'd received a phone call from a member of our church in Brisbane, asking if there was a suitable young man in our church who might be available for a job.
So I went for the interview, and the boss said, "Start tomorrow."
The next morning I was shown around my duties. And it involved going through those very doors at the international terminal twice every day!
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