Work: Job or Career

As a young boy, I take joy saving the money I gained from selling everything, like coconut, ice candy, banana, (yeah, I sold bananas), and kakanin, and from any work and service I rendered to others, such as pitching waters from, cleaning cars, doing handicraft, working in the rice fields, in construction site (when I was in high school). There is a feeling of pride, a sense of accomplishment, of worth, being productive and useful when I hold hard-earned money. Work is a job, I used the money to buy food, some clothes, school supplies and see other places (that time just the neighboring town), I was proud of it, I am still proud of it. Good thing, child labor was not an issue then.

Work for self-fulfillment? Let me see...

In 2008, right after my ordination, I was sent to Congo. After years of studies, I was very eager to work but I find myself studying again two languages. A year and a half later, my real work began, most of the time not on the altar, but fixing broken pipes, changing electrical wires, assuring vehicles and generators run well, buying supplies and many other things we need on a daily basis. I did it not for survival. It was a necessity. I was difficult, tiresome and dirty. But nobody else will do it.

Lately, I have been correcting and preparing financial statements worth millions of Euro, representing products that goes many countries of the continent of Africa. Large sum of money is involved not to generate profit but to make it sure that the Word of God is brought every village in Africa.

My work is changing, so its meaning...