Twenty-four years ago, I started working in San Francisco. Coming back to the area brings back a flood of memories from that time. So much was different. I was young, single, and eagerly looking forward to being out on my own in the big city. I was going to earn my own wage for the first time, with all the responsibilities and challenges that come with it. I can remember, almost as easily as yesterday, how my father came down to the city and in effect launched me. Looking back as a parent, I admire his courage and support.
Just a few days ago, we drove by 1 Beach Street where I worked on the second floor. It was an exciting time, the thrill of a new job and new friends. The next day we passed through the Marina with my thoughts on shopping, establishing my new home, and going for quiet walks in the evening fog.
I recall my first paycheck. I was so proud! I knew, was 100% certain, that I was already standing on the corporate ladder’s pinnacle. As I look now, my yearly take-home would not pay my mortgage for six weeks. My secretary pays more in taxes than I took home.
Life is different, but in ways that are difficult to describe. I discovered in San Francisco that my working wage, independence, and city excitement was not enough. I wanted more! I thirsted for real living, so I searched, and then searched some more.
It was at that time I began a journey. I discovered my true reward outside of my pay check work. The axiom that “the wage of a good person is exuberant life” (Proverbs 10.16) confirmed itself in my steps. I validated the truth that there was no consistent goodness within.
The answer was and is so simple. One finds a true living wage in God and God alone. Without the Spirit and all that this means, you and I will continue to be poor. With God, we are tremendously rich!
I want all life can offer.
