Today I got my steps in by shooting baskets at the Y. When you're as bad a shot as I am, it's easy to get in plenty of steps (haha!).
Earlier in the day, as part of my morning devotionals, I read a chapter in this wonderful book.
I love the story that Metzger tells about how he got his "accidental" start as a professor of Greek. Seems one day he and the president of Princeton Seminary, John Mackay, were traveling by train together from Princeton to Princeton Junction when Mackay invited Metzger to teach Greek at the school for the next academic year while pursuing his own graduate studies. Metzger was a mere 24 years of age at the time. Of course, he gladly accepted the invitation. Thus began the first of 46 years of teaching at Princeton Theological Seminary. Later, he would describe his vocation as "the kind of work I would find altogether congenial."
That word "congenial" I find most charming. The term means "agreeable, suitable, pleasing in nature." It's often used to describe people and their personalities, but it can also describe an atmosphere marked by friendliness, as in "It's a congenial place to work." Like Metzger, at 24 I took a "job" that turned out to be nothing less than amazingly congenial. I, too, taught Greek for about 46 years before officially retiring. I too "just happened" to fall into my career. Of course, it was all divine providence at work -- providence being "the governance of God by which he, with wisdom and love, cares for and directs all things in the universe."
People who love their jobs genuinely enjoy what they do. This goes far beyond momentary satisfaction. It reflects a deeper emotional tie to the work. I enjoy watching people who genuinely love their work. "Love" is a strong word, but I really, really love my work. This doesn't mean that it doesn't feel like work at times. It's still a job. But I always look forward to doing it!