Martha and I are amused when people come up and ask something to the effect of “What is your real job?” Well, the “job” part is the mounds of office work, the recording process, web maintenance, hours of scheduling and confirmation calls, and RV maintenance a la dumping ze black water. The moments when we meet a complete stranger, but after worshiping together, find the stranger to be a fellow believer, an intricately made and loved part of Christ’s Body, and a future neighbor in the Kingdom — they are what make the job a joy and not a drudgery.