I went to work and sat at my desk for nine hours today, in an effort to make up for how badly sales have gone this month.

I made seven dollars.

Was it worth it?  I asked myself as I drove home, was the fact that I was at work an expression of a lack of faith that God would provide?

Then I remembered that I had a ten minute conversation with my co-worker, a lapsed Catholic, about what it means to follow Christ.  We talked about the question, “Isn’t it enough that I am a nice guy, I mind my own business, and I don’t do anything to hurt anyone else?”

That’s why I was there today.  Not to make money, because God will provide in his own way.  But because someone needed to hear about God today.