A Working Man

September 01, 2003 | Ruth Edwards

Jim Wright. We saw him in church every Sabbath, a slight man in a soft grey suit and a black bow tie. In fact, his car was always in the parking lot before nine o’clock.

Then one Sabbath, his daughter, Barbara Brown, asked us to pray for him. "He fell at work," she explained. "And although he didn’t break any bones, he did pull some muscles, and he is in a lot of misery.”

We knew about her dad’s work. There had been an article with his picture in the Spokesman Review last November: “At 94, this man’s resumé just keeps getting longer. Retirement was no goal for James Wright and no reward when it finally arrived. So 30 years later at age 94, he’s still happily pushing a vacuum, emptying waste baskets and collecting a paycheck . . .“

Recently I talked to Barbara about her dad.

“He is doing well,” she informed me. “But he is very concerned that he may not be able to go back to work because he is a little unsteady on his feet.”

“Is his Social Security enough for him to live on?”

“Yes, he can get by on that,” she answered.

“Then why is he so anxious to go back to work?” I asked.

“Well, the money he made by working went to many ministries of the church. And if he has to stop working, he will no longer be able to contribute to them.”

At 94, his heart and effort are still in the spreading of the gospel.