It was a normal day.
We worked hard, but there was no time to rest. One of the kids had homework so we got straight to work. There was no time to waste, because one of the kids had some kind of practice. So, we drug our weary selves to the field.
You could not pay me to have a schedule like that. Who wants to run around like a chicken with their head cut off until they collapse into bed? Yet, for a season, that was my normal routine. Why? It was my routine because we will do things for love that we will not do for money. Love has its own motivating power. It moves us, shapes us, and drives us.
That is why it is a particular joy for me to be a part of the family at CLA. Our people will do things out of love that few would do for money.
I learned this early in our time at the school. It kind of hit me one morning as I dropped off my son at school. It was a Friday. I knew it was the last day of the week, which means it was the day when the staff broke down for the weekend (i.e. made the school look like a church again). I thought, “What a pain it must be to break your office down and set it up every week.”
Sometime later I was on the board of directors. Then I saw their salaries. I knew that our original staff made around $17,000 per year.
Many times, these thoughts would also often come to mind on a Fridays. As I dropped the kids off, I did a mental preview of my day. It was a busy day, which is why I looked forward to an enjoyable night with my family that usually involved some form of nachos.
Then a thought floored me. This staff, who had to break down their office in the afternoon, would not be able to afford to do what I planned on doing. They went without evenings on the town. They went without nachos and cheese. They worked for poverty level wages. And they did it for one reason—they were called by God to love and train my child.
They did things for love that many would not do for money. Over the years, the compensation has increased, but it has not increased nearly enough. Yet, that sense of calling remains. When it comes to placing my child in the care of another person for more than 1200 hours per year, I want to know they care. I want to know that person feels a sense of divine call. I want to know that person is willing to do things out of love that they would not do for money.
So, every day I send them to class with a smile, knowing you cannot pay our teachers to do what they are doing, and for that I am truly grateful.