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Who Has The Greatest Job In The World?
By Rev. James L. Snyder, Fri Dec 9th
I have, in my opinion, the world's perfect job. Just look at theevidence. I love people and I love God. I love talking to peopleabout God and I love talking to God about people. Therefore, if you put these two together, I am doing what I lovedoing: the greatest job in the world. I must confess, however, this was not always the case. When Iwore a younger man's suit, I had different ideas about whatwould be the greatest job in the world for me.
Nowhere on that short list did being a pastor appear. God,sometimes, displays a marvelous sense of humor in selectingpeople for his service. I am the supreme example. The apostle Paul writes, "But God hath chosen the foolish thingsof the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weakthings of the world to confound the things which are mighty;" (1Corinthians 1:27 KJV.) As a young person, I thought only one job would be the greatestjob in the world. In my mind, I aspired to this fabulous careeroften fantasizing about how great it would be to spend all mytime in this job. The greatest job in the world to me at that time was being aSnow Cone Man. Nothing compared, in my estimation, to the SnowCone Man. I was not alone in my aspirations. Most of my pals at the timeharbored similar vocational goals. No person in our lives at thetime was as exciting as the Snow Cone Man. The SCM came down our street three times a week, without fail,much to our delight. This, of course, was during our summervacation when we were out of school and had plenty of time onour hands. Perhaps, in our small town, with nothing to really interest orexcite us, the Snow Cone Man was the one thing we had to lookforward to. Regardless, we believed he had the greatest job inthe world. For one, he rode the coolest motorcycle vehicle I have ever seen— a three-wheel motorcycle, with a large compartment on theback, containing all the snow cone accoutrements. I don't knowif it was the motorcycle or the cargo that fascinated us. Yourguess is probably the right one. Also, he wore a nifty white suit with a fabulous hat. At thetime, I would have given anything for a hat like his. It wasoften the topic of our discussion when he left us to our snowcone treats. One thing was sure, everybody loved him. He sold those snowcones for 5 cents each. What a bargain. The icy treat was apaper cone piled high with crushed ice and then flavored withyour choice of strawberry, raspberry, lemon, lime syrup, but myall-time favorite was root beer. On a hot day in August, there was nothing cooler
than a rootbeer snow cone from the SCM. Moreover, the best part of it was,it only cost a nickel. Of course, a nickel was sometimes hard tocome by. I well remember one day when I didn't have a nickel. I don'tremember the reason, but I was being punished for somenaughtiness on my part, and my mother would not give me thecoveted nickel. Time came for the Snow Cone Man to come down our street and hestopped right in front of our house. Like a snowstorm inVermont, kids descended upon him from all over the place to gettheir daily snow cone. I looked on, through teary eyes, regretting whatever I did todeprive myself of one of the greatest pleasures in life. One by one, the kids melted away as they got their snow conesand soon he was all alone. I just hated to see him go. He wasready to start his motorcycle when he looked up and saw mesitting on the porch. "Hey, Jimmy, don't you want a snow cone today?" "Hain't got no nickel," I sobbed. "Come on down," he called back. "You can use one of my nickelstoday." Leaping off the porch and smearing tears from my face, I went tohim for my snow cone. When I got there he pressed a nickel intomy trembling hand and asked, "Now, which flavor do you want?Don't tell me. Root beer, right?" Root was more than all right for me. As I exchanged his nickel for my root snow cone, I couldnot speak for fear the effort would distract from the smile,which had taken my face by storm. It was the best root snowcone I ever had. Watching him drive away, I thought to myself, that's thegreatest job in the world. More than 40 years separate me from that childhood memory.Looking back, I smile when I realize I have, today, the greatestjob in the world. What could be greater than helping people receive from God whatthey can't afford. God's marvelous grace is for all who, for onereason or another, do not have the needed "nickel." Upon further reflection, a verse from the Old Testament came tomind. "Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, andhe that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat; yea, come, buywine and milk without money and without price." Isaiah 55:1 KJV.) No matter how much money a person thinks he or she has, they arealways one nickel short of God's grace. About the author:Reverend Snyder is currently ministering at the "Family of GodFellowship" in Ocala, Florida. More of his articles areavailable for reprint at his website: http://www.godspenman.com/Rev. Snyder is available as a guest speaker. He writes a weeklycolumn and is the author of "You Can Always Tell a Pastor; ButNot Very Much " available at:http://www.jamessnyderministries.com/
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