Well, it seems another busy week is in store for me.
This week our ship, the M/V Pacific Link, arrives in port here in Townsville; it’s new home. Last year, we were given the Pacific Link, and for the last year or more we have been in preparation for it’s arrival. In February, the ship first arrived in Newcastle, and then toured down the coast before making it’s return trip pst Newcastle. It will be here for a week, I believe, and then continue on up to Cairns.
My involvement, as far as I know at this point is fairly minimal, but it will be exciting to see in person the ship I have heard so much about over the last year and a half.
It will be interesting to see how I handle the ship activities (few though they are) on top of what I already have, which I struggle with. Lately I have forced myself to be more voluntary about several activities that go on around base, but a couple times it has come back to bite me, as I always fear it will. I often feel overcommitted, which is a feeling I can’t tolerate. Maybe I’ll have to get use to it… I can’t come up with a good reason why I should, though, especially if I commit to doing something I don’t have much care for.
How do I do that? I’m here to serve God, to serve people, and yet most of the time I feel like I would rather be away from them. I live in community, I share a bedroom with two other people… I don’t get a lot of time to myself. I can’t go anywhere except by walking, so I can’t get away. Around noon, I am ready to find a obscure closet where nobody will find me and hang out there for the rest of the day by myself.
So… by the time five o’clock comes around, I’m ready to go home, flop on the couch and vegetate. I’ll play guitar, read a bit, maybe watch a movie. Then I have to convince myself to go to bed at a normal time, but usually fail to to so before one o’clock in the morning.
I’ve come to view what I do as a job, something I’m bound to, something that lasts from eight to five every day. I don’t feel like a volunteer or a missionary most of the time, just a guy who does a job that he’s bound to but doesn’t get paid for it.
I don’t want to view it like that. I want to find joy in it, to know that I’m doing a good work. People tell me it is, that it is effective, and affects hundreds or even thousands of people. Great; I don’t feel that in my heart. Do I want to? Yeah, but I don’t know how.

