In certain circles, there’s a heroism associated with being a global worker.
For a while, I specifically kept myself from mentioning Africa in conversations, even though I was yearning to bring it up. I knew the “special” status it offered among Christians, and honestly, I craved it. In the middle of exhaustion and sacrifice, it felt good to be honored.
But at times, I’ve worn the title of “global worker” as a badge of honor, like one might proudly hand over a business card with a snazzy title.
The danger, you see, is when I start believing my own press… When I add “global worker” to my identity as deeply loved child of God, as if it has VIP privileges or leverage for my prayers or status in his eyes… a sense of spiritual entitlement.
Is being a global worker more special?
I think through what Scripture says on this. I know Jesus asked 12 guys to leave other occupations to become “fishers of men.” I know the apostles in Acts said they shouldn’t give up preaching the gospel to “wait tables,” helping the poor.
I know God asks us to give special honor to pastors who serve us, as their job of spiritual shepherding is real and praiseworthy.
But I also know God crafts roles of all kinds (see Romans 12, 1 Corinthians 12, Ephesians 4). All critical. All worthy of honor.
Would I be less worthy as a hairdresser? A burger-flipper? A writer?
Henri Nouwen warns against three identity-robbing lies: I am what others think. I am what I have (control, power, possessions, position). I am what I do.
Each of these lies diverts our eyes from the Gospel and from verdict about ourselves which Christ has already won. God’s full approval. His enough-ness. His God-satisfying performance.
Home assignment can be a prime time for hero-worship of global workers. Of what do you remind yourself when you’re tempted to “believe your own press?”