One at a time, they filed nervously up to the speaker's podium. With
shaky voices, they began their list of thank yous . . . To parents,
grandparents, friends, the headmaster, teachers, custodian. Wait a
minute . . . The custodian? Not that being a custodian isn't an
extremely crucial and honorable profession. I've just never heard one
thanked in a public ceremony before.
I teach at a small Christian
school, and Senior Chapel Day is an annual observance that draws a crowd
of friends and family members. I thought it odd on this particular
occasion that so many of the soon-to-be-graduated seniors would
acknowledge our custodian. Not only did they thank him for keeping the
school clean, they also thanked him for being their friend and for
listening when they needed to talk. From their descriptions of him, he
appeared more along the lines of a counselor than a person who sweeps
and mops our floors, empties our trash, and cleans up our messes.
And in fact, he was more than that at one time until a disabling
stroke removed him from his employment of choice and placed him square
in the middle of three hundred noisy-and often messy, students. But he
takes it all in stride . . . Always a smile . . . Always a moment to
stop sweeping long enough to joke with a kid or have a serious talk with
a student who prefers him over a teacher or the headmaster.
As I
listened to three-fourths of the graduating class give thanks to this
fellow employee, I leaned over and said to the headmaster, "He's getting
more credit than the teachers. Maybe he's in the wrong spot." But then
again maybe he's not. Were he a teacher, he couldn't be as chummy with
the students lest he lose their respect. Nor could he stop just any time
he wanted for a hallway counseling session. So perhaps he's in the right
position after all.
I suppose the headmaster reached the same
conclusion I had about our friend. When the seniors finished their
goodbyes and tributes, he mounted the stage and invited our prized
custodian to join him. He proceeded to thank him in front of the entire
school for being more than just a custodian. In essence, he thanked him
for shining where he was even though it might not initially have been
his employment of choice. Our final tribute to this humble servant of
God-who never gets enough credit for what he does, was a standing
ovation. He never said a word in response. Just smiled that big
smile-and perhaps thanked us under his breath, walked off the stage, and
in a matter of moments changed back into his work clothes and saddled
his broom. He didn't have time for accolades. He had more shining to do.
Jesus challenged his followers to imitate the actions of this modest
servant of God. "In the same way, let your good deeds shine out for all
to see, so that everyone will praise your heavenly Father" (Matthew 5:16
NLT).
I admit-I've not always enjoyed shining where God has
placed me. At least not as much as my work cohort. I wasn't excited when
he took me from a supervisory position in the local textile mill down to
a floor sweeper. Or when he decreased my 40K employment position by 22K
and in the process demoted me from a telling-others-what-to-do position
to a being-told-what-to-do position. Or when I became a teacher's
assistant to special need students and had to change diapers instead of
sit in a plush leather chair in my ornate office. Nor when he allowed my
financial situation to be so crunched that it required trading in a nice
SUV with low mileage for one that had chipped paint, was the victim of
paint overspray, and that had racked up over 200,000 miles.
But
I've learned that where God puts me is not the most important matter in
my life's puzzle . . . It's what I make of where he puts me. Making good
use of every life situation-or predicament, entails shining for him. And
when I shine others will notice the One who enables me to shine whether
I'm in dire straits or pleasant places. Just like the students notice my
custodian friend's acts of kindness more than they notice what he does
with brooms and mops. Whether I'm pushing a broom, emptying trash cans,
teaching students, or sitting behind a leather desk on the 50th floor of
an office building making life changing decisions won't matter.
So go ahead . . . Shine where God puts you rather than complain about it
not being what you'd rather do. You never know . . . You might be
influencing an entire school.