I didn’t choose my career in Computer Science, my family guided me to it. If I had had my choice, I would have studied Music or Architecture. If I had followed my aptitude tests, I would have studied Divinity, Psychology, or Literature.
I knew in my sophomore year in college, at the age of 18, the consequences of my choice. I began to doubt I would want to dedicate my life to coding, and saw the potential dead-end Computer Science was in my development as a person.
So I considered the proverbial change of major. Art and music called to me, but I had good reason to fear I wouldn’t find work in Honduras in these careers, even as a graphic designer. Theater -gasp- appealed to me, but as a Christian, I couldn’t compete with the piquant and burlesque immorality prevalent in much of Latin American theater, and the complete moral vacuum of theater in the US. So I settled for participating in the University Choir, private piano classes, and in the Homecoming Musicals each year.
A more practical business career came to my attention, and I decided to try it out. I started taking only business courses, Financial Accounting, Managerial Accounting, Macroeconomics, Microeconomics, Marketing. I aced all of them, but that was a problem for me. Business wasn’t challenging enough, but seemed like boring drudgery in comparison with the mind-expanding difficulty of Computer Science and mathematics.
The Bible department called out to me, and I would have gladly become a minister if it were not for a severe doctrinal error in the denomination that founded my Alma Mater, which I will not name. I especially enjoyed my missionary anthropology class, as I had once entertained the idea of being an archaeologist. I could easily have become a full-time missionary, but the option wasn’t open at the time.
Unfortunately, I was the favorite of my English literature professor, who loved my writing, but cruelly mocked my classmates with supercilious sarcasm. His favorite victim was a classmate of mine who could barely speak English. His ridicule of her, his sly implication that she was unintelligent, and his flattery of me disgusted me. That put me off on a career in writing.
I have also emerged from a severe depression that lasted over 3 years. During those years I made some terrible decisions that will forever disqualify me from being a pastor. This realization brought me to the brink of suicide.
After staring death in the face and learning to love my life again, I’m no longer satisfied with the things that used to motivate me. I’ve learned to live with little or much money, so that’s gone as a motivation. I couldn’t care less for social standing, with the right car, the right clothes, the right job, the right house.
I am glad to be alive, and I want to live, not merely survive.
I have a candidate goal: learn to do something completely different, something I enjoy, something I’m good at, and live independently. I want to pursue an artistic dream that I have some chance of reaching: computer animation. I’d love to be a digital artist, and make commercials for Coca-Cola, Pepsi, or even work in a major studio like Pixar or Dreamworks.
Another candidate goal: become a teacher. I’ve found teaching very stimulating and enjoyable. The challenge of holding the attention of a group of young adults, and the responsibility of training them well makes teaching the most satisfying job I have ever held.
Another, more difficult goal, to pursue writing as a career. This would leave me so incredibly challenged that I would hardly know where to begin. It is almost as difficult as my final candidate goal, which I no longer hold as close to me as I once did: become a professional musician. I can still get very excited about music. But I’m getting old.
My ultimate mission on earth is something I seldom mention on my blog, out of respect for my readers. It is to make disciples who make disciples, and thus increase the glory of God in the hearts of people. Whatever I choose, this is my greatest and most intimate satisfaction. I am a worshiper first, and a worker second.
What should I choose for my more earthly work?







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