When Our Career Isn't All We Hoped It Could Be

Many of us seek a satisfying career in our work life. But sometimes our career isn't all we hoped it would be. From personal experience, this can be a disappointment at the very least. But we Catholic men at work, know that work done in the right spirit for the greater glory of God can be quite meritorious in God's eyes. And really that's all that matters, right?

Still, it's human nature to sometimes feel a bit down about how things unfold in our work life. An example:  We wanted to have a career in music; but of necessity we wind up a salesman - and aren't particularly good at it. We struggle, both professionally and financially, and can't see our way out of this mediocre, even unpleasant box in which we seem stuck. Days drag on with no relief in sight. (Hmm...Does this refer to any one in particular?)

Just one example.

If you're in this sort of spot, or know someone who is, here's something our dear Father Willie wrote to his sister, a nun. He was sharing his intimate thoughts about his work at the time - as a chaplain in the trenches of World War I. We know the story by now. For those who don't, Father served in the trenches during the height of that horrible war, ultimately dying in service. He was known by all with whom he came in contact as a cheerful, holy, altogether remarkable man who gave his all in the service of his men. His outer demeanor would never have revealed these thoughts he shared with his sister. 

Perhaps those of us struggle in our work can learn something of value from him. 

I want to have a little chat with you. But you must promise to keep to yourself what I write to you. Did I ever tell you that my present life was just the one I dreaded most, being from a natural point of view repugnant to me in every way? So when our Blessed Lord sent me to the Front I felt angry with Him for taking me away from a sphere of work where the possibilities, at least, of doing good were so enormous, and giving me a task others could perform much better. It was only after a time that I began to understand that ‘God’s ways are not our ways, nor His thoughts our thoughts’ and the meaning of it all began to dawn on me. In the first place my life, especially here in the trenches, has become a real hermit’s one, cave and all, a mixture of solitude with a touch of the hardships of a foreign mission. The result has been that God has come into my life in a way He never did before. He has put strange thoughts into my head and given me many lights which I feel have changed my whole outlook upon life. Then I feel, oh, so strongly, that I am going through a kind of noviceship, a sort of spiritual training, for some big work He wants me to do in the future. I feel every day as if spiritual strength and power were growing in my soul. 

This thought of being trained or fitted for God’s work (if I may use the comparison with all reverence) like St. John the Baptist, has filled me with extraordinary joy and made me delight in a life which could not well be much harder. 

Here I am in a bit of a hole in the side of a ditch, so low that I cannot stand upright and have to bend my head and shoulders during Mass — I can tell you my back aches at the end. My only window is the door (without a door) through which the wind blows day and night; and a cold wind it is just now. I was offered a little stove but my ‘Novice Master’ did not want that luxury, for it never came. My home would be fairly dry if I could keep out the damp mists and persuade the drops of water not to trickle from the roof. As a rule I sleep well, though one is often roused to attend some poor fellow who has been hit. Still it is rather reversing the order of things to be glad to get up in the morning to try and get warm; and it is certainly not pleasant to be wakened from sweet dreams by a huge rat burrowing under your pillow or scampering over your face! This has actually happened to me. There is no great luxury in the matter of food, as you may well guess. Recently, owing to someone’s carelessness, or possibly because the bag was made to pay toll on the way up to the trenches, my day’s rations consisted of half a pot of jam and a piece of cheese! 

Through all this, and much in addition, the one thought ever in my mind is the goodness and love of God in choosing me to lead this life, and thus preparing me without a chance of refusal for the work He wants doing. No amount of reading or meditating could have proved to me so convincingly that a life of privation, suffering and sacrifice, accepted lovingly for the love of Jesus, is a life of great joy, and surely of great graces You see, therefore, that I have reasons in abundance for being happy, and I am truly so. Hence you ought to be glad that I have been counted worthy to suffer something for our dear Lord, the better to be prepared to do His work. Ask Him, won’t you, that I may not lose this golden opportunity, but may profit to the full by the graces He is giving me. Every loving wish from my heart for a holy and happy Christmas. Let our gift to the divine Babe be the absolute sacrifice of even our desires, so that His Will alone may be done.