The Idol Of A Title

Throughout my entire life, I have allowed myself to be defined by a “title”

Over the past year, I worked at Cru Inner City and Chick-fil-A. Both of these jobs challenged me in different ways. They exposed pride, hidden motivations, and my idol of a title. I remember when I was offered Chick-fil-A. It was in September of 2023 and I remember telling God. The one thing I will not return to is fast food. As I’ve grown in my faith I’ve come to truly understand I will never understand God's ways and what a blessing that is.

I got the job on the spot and I remember looking at my uniform and an overwhelm of shame washed over me. I remember the months I cried out to God in my apartment, yelling “I am worth more than this” I remember His kindness in those moments. I remember Him saying “Your job is not your identity” and in that moment he broke another chain.

Deliverance of one's soul and life is a process, while the word was spoken over me, the walking out took time. Even after that, I would come to tear-soaked pillows and balled-up fists. Asking God, when will this season end instead of saying “Thank you for a paycheck.” My time at cru exposed my entitlement to authority, and my desire to be in charge no matter what. My time in Chick-fil-A has shown me my lack of servant's heart.

It has now been seven months since I started at Chick-fil-A, and the prayer has changed. Instead of God when will this end, I have started to say how can I love my co-worker today? How can I love the person at the register today?

Do I always do it well? No.

Do I mess up, do I still struggle with this job, yes. But I have learned to say thank you because this is what the glory of God looks like right now. It looks like long hours, a job I don’t like so I can work towards the things that bring me and Him life.