
While I had always planned to become a pastor, my early twenties found me spinning my wheels as I forgot to return to college in the fall to complete my degree. I found a job working in the warehouse for a business forms company, where I made deliveries. There, I met Alan, who had already been there for a while, and he showed me the ropes. We became friends and started going to ball games together and eating out at Tex-Mex restaurants. He became more than just a friend to hang out with. He became a friend who helped me move from one place to another across town. He was the friend I called when my car broke down outside of town late at night. He was a little older than I, and he became like a big brother to me.
One day, while we were waiting for clearance to make a large delivery in a secured area of the Tulsa International airport, our conversation turned to Jesus. Now, Alan was already a Christian, but he seemed eager to learn more about the faith. I shared the Sabbath with him, explaining that I observe the Seventh-day Sabbath because it is the example Jesus gave us, and our salvation is found solely in Him. He found that interesting.
Now, I suppose I wasn’t spinning my wheels entirely, as at my local church, I had become the youngest elder at the time in the Oklahoma Adventist Conference and was doing a lot of preaching in my church and around the state. Alan would sometimes come and hear me speak, though for the most part, he was an outdoorsman who found nature to be his sanctuary, where he met with God.
Meanwhile, Alan and I enjoyed working together about as much as you can enjoy working in a warehouse and doing deliveries. Some parts of the job were a lot of fun, such as driving to Arkansas and back to make deliveries, and meeting all the people we encountered. In the evenings, when I would drive across town to visit friends, it gave me a sense of satisfaction driving by all the businesses where I had delivered business forms. Making deliveries was a tangible way I could see the results of my labor. Still, there were times when I would be sweating while making deliveries or even in the warehouse during the day, and I would think to myself, ‘If only I were a pastor, I could spend my time making hospital visits and giving Bible studies, making better use of my time.’ I would even have more time for personal Bible study and sermon preparation.
During the four years I worked at the business forms company, Alan and I continued our conversations about Jesus, while also doing other things. Over time, he had become familiar with my friends from church, as he joined some of our group studies and attended ball games with us. Eventually, some friends from church led me to become a literature evangelist, and I left the business forms company. However, Alan and I continued our friendship, and he even came to my rescue once when my car broke down 30 miles outside of town, where I was selling Christian books.
After being a literature evangelist for a couple of years, a new pastor came to my church and hired me as a Bible Worker. I told Alan I needed practice giving Bible studies, and he said I could practice giving him studies. He started visiting the church with me again. Later, when I moved to Texas for a Bible Worker position, Alan and I continued being friends. Over time, we lost contact for a few years, but when Facebook emerged, we reconnected and started being friends again. By this time, I was in Florida, where I was serving as a Bible Worker. He was at my 50th birthday celebration, which I had back home in Tulsa. When my mother passed away, he was a pallbearer. Alan had his tragedies, as his son was killed in a motorcycle accident, and his wife died of a lingering illness. He would call and talk, and he was comforted as I reminded him of what we had learned in our Bible studies about the state of the dead and the hope of the second coming.
When the conference asked me to stop being a Bible Worker so I could be a full-time conference pastor, Alan, as well as the rest of my friends, were very happy. Alan was there when I came back to Oklahoma as a guest speaker, this time as a full-time pastor, even though it was still just me.
Alan would continue texting me prayer requests whenever anything was going on with his family or his health. He faithfully followed me on Facebook, telling me my inspirational messages were always just what he needed to read. About a week ago, Alan crossed my mind again. It had been a month since I heard from him, so I picked up the phone to call. His number was no longer working. Concerned, I went to Facebook and everything looked normal, but later I found his obituary online. He had no opportunity to text me this time as he died suddenly.
Later, Alan’s sister contacted me on Facebook. She told me Alan often mentioned me to her and that he had always felt that I was his personal pastor. That made me feel warm inside. I thought back to earlier days at the business forms company. I always felt like I was spinning my wheels there and should have been working on becoming a pastor instead of dealing with business forms. But was I just spinning my wheels? Should I have become a pastor in my early twenties instead of spending all that time working in a business forms company? I thought to myself, one day I will meet Alan again on the streets of gold, and he will tell me he was glad I did notbecome a pastor in my early twenties. Alan will assure me that I was exactly where I belonged the whole time.
As much as I loved being a Bible Worker and love being a pastor, I am consoled by the thought that being a pastor does not define me. My years as a Bible Worker and Pastor do not define me. My entire life defines me, and it has purpose and meaning. I wasn’t spinning my wheels at the business forms company in my early twenties. I was exactly where God wanted me to be the whole time.
I hope my story has opened your eyes to ways God is using you where you are today. Too often, we spend our time longing to reach a life goal, not realizing that God is already using us for a purpose, every step of the way. Even if you become president of your country, that will not define you. Your whole life has purpose. Your entire life defines you.
That day, when I was sitting in the delivery truck with my friend Alan, talking about Jesus while waiting to make our delivery at the airport, had just as much meaning and purpose as sitting behind the desk in my pastor’s office today.




