Once or twice a year I take some time off of my regular job to do something special – I take a group of adults with disabilities on vacation. I’ve found the perfect job – I get paid to go on vacation! Sure, there are stressful moments, and I’m in charge of the money and meds, but still, it’s vacation.
Over the last couple of years, I’ve had the exciting opportunity to go to tons of places, including Yellow Stone, Disney World, The Wisconsin Dells (four time, and if I have to go again…), Florida, New Orleans, and lots of Vikings games.
Last May I went on most people’s dream vacation – a Disney Cruise! It was a great group, there were ten travelers, myself, and two other staff. The weather was beautiful. The food was phenomenal. The attractions stupendous. It was really a marvelous time.
However, not every moment was full of sunshine. I was sharing a room with one of the travelers, he had the bed, and I had a pull out couch (which was really quite comfortable). Around two in the morning I found myself needing to use the bathroom.
Our room had two different doors for the bathroom. One door opened up into the shower, and the other to the toilet and sink. I opened the door to the toilet, and almost started to sob.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I said to myself. I wasn’t being especially vulgar. For, you see, there was poop all over the floor. Not just a little bit. I don’t know if it was seasickness, or the small confines of the bathroom, but my cabin mate had missed…spectacularly.
At that moment, my dream job was not much of a dream job. As I was scrubbing poop off the floor, I was not in a very good mood. I was grumbling and complaining to myself. This was not what I’d signed up for.
As I was scrubbing poo, I had a thought. My sin was like smelly poo, all over the white floor of the bathroom. It was smelling, and disgusting – enough to make Jesus’s stomach turn. Yet, He got down on his hands and knees, and scrubbed it all away.
This moment became defining for me. While I love my current job, as a whole, there are some moments that do not please me. Am I going to complain about it? Or am I going to face what comes with a smile on my face (or at least not a grimace)? Not every part of our job is going to be amazing, there will be poo. What’s your attitude going to be when you need to scrub it off the floors?