Now, we'll hear from a new artist, Leighton Howerton, followed by the Kirby Man, fromhis debut recording, Boxing God.I was driving over the mountain to go preach over in a little town outside of Jackson,from Riverton.And on the way over there, a truth that really hit me hard, and I think God's been tryingto teach me, is that we refer to the things we do as our life's work.What we do every day, our particular job, or our skill, or our craft, or a gift, whateveris our life's work.I think the truth that God has been showing me recently is that our life's work is notwhat we individually do, write songs, or preach, or those kind of things.It's actually our life's work is what we do each day for Christ.And I think what's really awesome in that nature is that I look at Paul's life and recognizehim as a tent maker, but that's not really what his life's work was, making tents.I'm sure there was some criticism of those tents occasionally, too, a little humor therethat somebody said, well, Paul, you know, you didn't really stitch this seam togetherright here.But you know, I know that that wasn't his life's work.His life's work was about telling others about Jesus, and going over the mountain this weekend,that's really where the Lord struck me and said, you know, this is where your life'swork is laden.It's telling people about me, sharing me.I sit back and act like nothing ever stranger, but I keep knocking, and you keep ignoringme.And I wonder if you're ever gonna answer, when your life, your wife is riddled now withcancer.But I'm not a traveling salesman, no, I'm not a Kirby man.I'm not here to fix your cable, and I don't work for Rompersand.I'm not a Jehovah's Witness, a Mormon missionary.I'm not here to ask if you're able.Could you help me, please?I came because my father sent me.I came because you need me.And I'm still waiting, patiently.The many times I've knocked upon your door.As a child, a wild teenager, a young sailor.But your word listened, and time is fleeting.You've lived your life according to your own will.It's been a life of heartbreak, mistakes, and constant years.And I'm not a traveling salesman, no, I'm not a Kirby man.I'm not here to fix your cable, and I don't work for Rompersand.I'm not a Jehovah's Witness, a Mormon missionary.I'm not here to ask if you're able.I came because my father sent me.I came because you need me.There's no sin so great that I cannot forgive.No son who cannot look to me and live.No brokenness that I cannot heal.No emptiness that I cannot feed.No, I'm not a traveling salesman, no, I'm not a Kirby man.I'm not here to sell you Avon, and I don't work for Rompersand.I'm not a Jehovah's Witness, a Mormon missionary.I'm not here to pray upon your sense of charity.I came because my father sent me.I came because you need me.Behold, I'm standing at your door, and I am not.I'm not a traveling salesman, no, I'm not a Kirby man.I'm not here to sell you Avon, and I don't work for Rompersand.I'm not a Jehovah's Witness, a Mormon missionary.I'm not here to sell you Avon, and I don't work for Rompersand.I'm not a traveling salesman, no, I'm not a Kirby man.