Intro

260px-Fra_Angelico_043I was a mailman for years….and I hated it.  Ironically when I tell people I was a mailman they frequently appear to become very interested.  Why?  I guess if the most people ever see of a person delivering mail is the 22 second appearance in front of their door, delivering mail might look like a sweet combination of an hourly wage and a leisurely stroll.  It was pleasant at times.  What killed me (besides snow, icy rain, 120 degree weather, chronic lower back and knee pain, territorial pets, transient customers, low hanging tree limbs, left out toys, and unexpected ankle twisting holes) was the redundancy of the job.  Every morning I walked into a cube shaped casing desk where I shoved mail into the same slots that I filled the day before.  Every day I got in the same vehicle, parked at the same starting points, walked the same routes, etc. etc. etc.  I could do it blindfolded.  This did not seem to fit into my paradigm of abandoning my life to follow Christ. 

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