I used to hate being the low man, a private in the Marines. Now a stay-at-home Dad? What? This is crazy. I have a master’s degree in business, I oversaw 15 Marines and a $50 million radar system. I managed a mid-Atlantic operation with 20-plus agents. Surely there is another way. I didn’t do all that work to play hide and seek all day!
Stay at home dad? Really? “Yes. Really,” I heard the Lord whisper.
Upon making Jesus Lord and Savior, a collage of anticipation, anxiety, excitement, and enthusiasm captivated my soul. I started my walk of faith with all the excitement of anyone starting a new job—better yet, it reminded me of being a new Marine at my first duty station.
As a radar repairman, we are typically referred to as the “smart” Marines. To the other service branches that is the world’s biggest oxymoron. But we are known as those who get the job done. No matter how hard, dirty, or bloody. We win.
After a year and a half of being taught how to be a Marine, a basic Rifleman, and a Radar Repairman, I got my first duty assignment. Now I was trained and ready!
Like a new believer in the Christian faith, I was full of delight and motivation to contribute to the mission! I had purpose. After checking in as permanent personnel on station, I immediately began my first task.
Cleaning. Yes, cleaning.
“New Marines on station do not even think about touching my radar, or they’ll find themselves with this socket wrench in an unwanted place,” the Crew Chief so eloquently explained.
Recruiters never mention that most Marines—even the “smart” ones—spend their first year on station cleaning. We clean everything from our eyelids to the underside of the toilet bowl. Some even use the same rag! Hopefully not, but one may wonder. We even rake sand. “Area beautification,” not punishment, the Gunnery Sergeant calls it.
This assignment was not what I signed up for—but I did it!
Fast forward. I fixed radars for five years, went to night school, then Honorably Discharged with an MBA, a wife and two kids. I found my faith and dropped a few other bad habits.
Now—no job. Stay at home Dad? Cleaning the house? Washing clothes? Dishes? Bus stops and bathroom breaks? This was not what I thought I signed up for!
Again, I felt God respond, “I recruited a Marine into my family for a specific purpose; it is a special ministry, just for you. You are part of my Kingdom Special Forces, Jerry. And the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. We win. But you’ve got to learn how to lead. My way first. In my Kingdom we fight for the highest possible good of those we lead. And your family is your first ministry.”
That was just over a decade ago, a blink of an eye. As a faith-driven entrepreneur in America’s largest mission field, the marketplace, God has blessed me with an ability to consult for CEO’s and business owners. Influence the influencers. Sounds like Kingdom Special Forces work to me.
Let’s be real. What minutiae has you whining instead of winning? Has God trusted you with something too simple for your status? What blessing is in this preparation?
Walk in gratitude as His Kingdom Special Forces!
Question: What menial job have you done that you now realize God orchestrated as training for future ministry?