Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts

Tuesday 17 January 2023

Week 2 Physical work – degrading? Or shall we respect the artisan?

 

Burnard McKenzie - my friendly plumber

Judaism has always shunned the Greek idea that physical work is menial, only appropriate for slaves.  As William Chomsky has pointed out, “The Aristotelian lofty aloofness, which regarded manual labor as degrading, and those engaged in it as inferior people, who are unworthy and incapable of education, was utterly alien to the Hebrew mind.” [page 290; OUR FATHER ABRAHAM JEWISH ROOTS OF THE CHRISTIAN FAITH; Marvin R Wilson; William B Eerdmans Publishing Company Grand Rapids, Michigan and Center for Judaic-Christian Studies, Dayton, Ohio; 1999.]

Indeed, manual labour is not degrading. It is not unworthy work. It is utterly alien to my Christian mind as well. I respect people that do manual labour. Marvin Wilson quotes from the Talmud: “He who does not teach his son a trade is considered as having taught him thievery.” [Wilson, p. 222].

On 17 May 2021 I wrote about my plumber, Burnard McKenzie as a man living a life of gratitude. Having a roof over his head. He daughter having a job although far from home in Nelspruit – grateful she is working.

I had to call him the other day to my home in Rivonia to attend to a plumbing problem. He arrived 20 minutes ahead of schedule. And he smiles. He has a job to do. And he will earn something. He has car to drive around in. And he sold his old house and moved to another home that was prior to 1994 an Afrikaans, white stronghold of apartheid.

That is where he is living now: Bergbron.

Me: “Do you enjoy living there?”

Burnard: “Oom Neels, I get along with people. And they get along with me.”

Me: “It was a stronghold of white apartheid-Afrikaners? Does it worry you?”

Burnard: “No, Oom Neels. We are happy there.”

While we were chatting, I was reminded of the above quotes in my book OUR FATHER ABRAHAM and I wondered about this man: my plumber who are doing this stinking, filthy job with such a smile on his face. And he turns around and attends further to the work he came to do.

“Burnard,” I called him. “Tell me about that tiny welding machine you bought back in 2021.”

“Oom Neels,” and he gave me a big smile “… that machine paid for itself. I earn money with welding jobs I can get. R100 and R200 jobs come is regularly. And it such a blessing to get it. I do it and the people are happy to pay me to repair their stuff.”

I sense a deep gratitude for this wonderful thing God gave us and what we call “LIFE.”

According to Wilson [Wilson p.223], the Hebrew verb abad “to work can be translated “to labor”, “to serve,” and also “to worship” [italics mine]. Just re-think this phenomenal idea: the sacredness of work. It is an act of worship. And I see this is alive in Burnard.

Wilson finds a lot of common ground in FIDDLER ON THE ROOF. I grabbed our CD and had a joyous time looking at this video again. Now, I am struck by the industriousness of the characters: Tevye wants to work. His horse became lame. And Tevye himself pulled his cart. But work, he shall. He is daughters, each and every one is not shy: they work: milking, washing and cleaning. The background is busy: people are working in the village Anatevka – it is really busy. People are busy. People are working. It is a privilege to work.


LIght is necessary for a life of gratitude

We are living in a dark, evil world. And yet I am positive and optimistic about life. In spite of the darkness that surrounds me. And I see and experience that in my plumber. Have another look at the image above: we will not survive if it only darkness that surrounds us.

In light of my legal background, I am acutely aware of darkness in and around us. The internet is brim-full of evil and depravity – and then I am constantly confronted with the fact of the judicial murder perpetrated on Christ; His resurrection and His ascension. This is the backbone, the foundation, the measuring rod for my life and my attitude in me about life around me.

Some say the witnesses who witnessed Him alive after the resurrection, were hallucinating. St. Paul writes in 1 Corinthians 15 that more than 500 menfolk alone saw Him alive. How is it possible that these guys were hallucinating all at once?  I read in Romans chapter 16 that Andronicus and his wife, Junia, were Christians even before Paul had that supernatural encounter on his murderous way to Damascus to sniff out Christians and to drag them before the authorities. Now these disciples, found themselves in Rome and they are commended by Paul. In other words, they must have been amongst the very first converts. First converts in Jerusalem at that time, must have seen Christ after the resurrection in person. What a privilege.

Back to Burnard McKenzie! I hope that you have enjoyed my story about him.

Of course, the workplace is no longer the same as in Biblical times! Shall I say that it has changed “unrecognizably”?  Even so, I think that there are constants that are universally applicable [maybe I should not put it that high! Shall I tone it down and say: to my mind and in my experience, there are universally acceptable unchangeable standards?!] Work ethic 

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