Who Has The Greatest Job In The World? (standard:Inspirational stories, 925 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Apr 03 2005	Views/Reads: 3570/2223	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I have, in my opinion, the world's perfect job. Just look at the evidence. I love people and I love God. I love talking to people about God and I love talking to God about people. Therefore, if you put these two together, I am doing what I love doing:

I have, in my opinion, the world's perfect job. Just look at the
evidence. I love people and I love God. I love talking to people about 
God and I love talking to God about people. 

Therefore, if you put these two together, I am doing what I love doing:
the greatest job in the world. 

I must confess, however, this was not always the case. When I wore a
younger man's suit, I had different ideas about what would be the 
greatest job in the world for me. 

Nowhere on that short list did being a pastor appear. God, sometimes,
displays a marvelous sense of humor in selecting people for his 
service. I am the supreme example. 

The apostle Paul writes, "But God hath chosen the foolish things of the
world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the 
world to confound the things which are mighty;" (1 Corinthians 1:27 
KJV.) 

As a young person, I thought only one job would be the greatest job in
the world. In my mind, I aspired to this fabulous career often 
fantasizing about how great it would be to spend all my time in this 
job. 

The greatest job in the world to me at that time was being a Snow Cone
Man. Nothing compared, in my estimation, to the Snow Cone Man. 

I was not alone in my aspirations. Most of my pals at the time harbored
similar vocational goals. No person in our lives at the time was as 
exciting as the Snow Cone Man. 

The SCM came down our street three times a week, without fail, much to
our delight. This, of course, was during our summer vacation when we 
were out of school and had plenty of time on our hands. 

Perhaps, in our small town, with nothing to really interest or excite
us, the Snow Cone Man was the one thing we had to look forward to. 
Regardless, we believed he had the greatest job in the world. 

For one, he rode the coolest motorcycle vehicle I have ever seen — a
three-wheel motorcycle, with a large compartment on the back, 
containing all the snow cone accoutrements. I don't know if it was the 
motorcycle or the cargo that fascinated us. Your guess is probably the 
right one. 

Also, he wore a nifty white suit with a fabulous hat. At the time, I
would have given anything for a hat like his. It was often the topic of 
our discussion when he left us to our snow cone treats. 

One thing was sure, everybody loved him. He sold those snow cones for 5
cents each. What a bargain. The icy treat was a paper cone piled high 
with crushed ice and then flavored with your choice of strawberry, 
raspberry, lemon, lime syrup, but my all-time favorite was root beer. 

On a hot day in August, there was nothing cooler than a root beer snow
cone from the SCM. Moreover, the best part of it was, it only cost a 
nickel. Of course, a nickel was sometimes hard to come by. 

I well remember one day when I didn't have a nickel. I don't remember
the reason, but I was being punished for some naughtiness on my part, 
and my mother would not give me the coveted nickel. 

Time came for the Snow Cone Man to come down our street and he stopped
right in front of our house. Like a snowstorm in Vermont, kids 
descended upon him from all over the place to get their daily snow 
cone. 

I looked on, through teary eyes, regretting whatever I did to deprive
myself of one of the greatest pleasures in life. 

One by one, the kids melted away as they got their snow cones and soon
he was all alone. I just hated to see him go. He was ready to start his 
motorcycle when he looked up and saw me sitting on the porch. 



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