So there I was, walking round the estate, looking for sour cream for Ruth's cheesecake, and I came upon this sign along Everton Road. Brought to mind Louis Armstrong's big hit, "Gone Fishing." Got me thinking about life in general, which was especially poignant given that I had a bad end to the work week with my boss rather upset with me for failing to get a particular piece of work done well.

I had actually been thinking alot about work and how much space I should leave to get the rest of living done. While I know God wants us to work hard, and that work does matter to God, I can't help but feel that I am missing out so much more. This world is a beautiful place. God created it. It's gorgeous. As a Christian hedonist, one should park some time to enjoy it. To enjoy what God has done.

So is work merely a means to enjoying God's creation? Or should the work itself be meaningful and intensely satisfying as work *is* part of God's creation? I can sense that Ruth is grappling with these issues too. Oh by no means am I complaining that work is unbearable -- I know it can be much worse. But I do feel intensely unsatisfied, unsatiated. Challenging work need not be overwhelmingly heavy. It needs to engage the mind and heart of the worker.

Just last week, someone said that if you wake up every day wishing you don't have to go to work, you're probably in the wrong line. Not quite there yet, but I did promise Ruth I would put more thought into my ideas of working for the museum, or even for ACS. Time to add more flesh to some of these ideas.

In the meantime, we owe Caesar what is Casesar's, but as Mel pointed out, we're made in the image of God, and we owe God our whole lives ....

So, wanna go fishing with me? Can't wait to get my feet soaked in the wash of the sea.