Knacks and Knocks: A Reflection on Sacred Day Jobs.

{upon becoming the Arts Programming Director
at True North Community Church}

“What do you want to do with your life?”

The answer was always the same. At age 7, Be a writer. In college, Be a writer. I was fierce about it. If I did any other work–and I knew I would, sure as I’d need to eat–it would be for the sole purpose of supporting my writing. A Day Job.

For the past few years, I’ve amended this fierce focus. I’ve come to see my vocation as a kind of shamrock-shape, a triune calling:

shamrock_calling

Now, I have a piece of paper that says I’m a Master of Fine Arts in writing and literature; I have a marriage certificate and birth certificates to prove my claims on my dearies. But for the third leaf I have no documentation. What I have, instead, is a collection of knacks and knocks.

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A Coin in the Mouth

coin_in_the_mouth

“I have this mystical-schmystical idea,”

one of my writing teachers once said,

“that stories exist outside of us somewhere, and it’s our job to get them down properly.”

He was a hard-nosed editor and a robust skeptic, and he confessed this notion five minutes before workshop’s end, as if not to give his own idea too much credence. I suspect, though, that most of us knew what he meant.

And if we can be mystical-schmystical for a moment and imagine this is so… [Read more at Good Letters]

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