Hi.
Hope you are well.
Went to church this morning, as usual.
Thought I'd share what I learned from the usual and unusual folks there.
***
The Back Row
That's where I sit. Have for years. Probably always will.
Few people can see me when I laugh at inappropriate times, yawn, sweat or nod off; except the preacher -- and he loves me, so it's OK.
I brag about being the "minister to the back row." Nobody can last long on my row without me trying to say hello. At least once. Just a friendly hello. More, if they want to talk.
I tell them about the nice people all around us, and how the preacher is used by God to speak to me week after week, year after year. If you get to know me better, I'll tell you that I love my church because it has no single's group (I go to church to meet with God), no jumbo-tron video monitors, no smoke machines, and no "7-11" music (seven words sung 11 times).
My pastor isn't ever going to be in the news, good or bad. Unlike former pastors, he's not prettier than any of my wives; more polished than a newbie's Harley; smoother than a car salesman; or, as unholy as men and women who seem to sell access to God's blessings based upon how much money you give to them -- through the church, of course.
I am the token hippie. The black sheep embraced my most and tolerated by all. That's nice. I love the kids there, the old people (those my age) and most everyone else. I look forward to being with them, as we spend time with God.
***
The Lady with Skronked Hair
Don't get me wrong. I don't judge people based on their hairstyles. (Usually.)
This lady is toned-down pretty. An unpainted lady. Married. 3.2 kids. Handsome, suited hubby -- who seems a tad uptight.
TLSH was a few rows ahead of me today. Teal top. Un-form-fitting skirt. My guess is she was trying to conceal a dandy figure from the men like me. (Whoever *we* are.) She simply was not accentuating her form, that's all.
Her two boys sat next to her ... in teal-ish, matching tops. They were normal, fidgety kids. Well-mannered, well-dressed, well-everything'd.
TLSH wore no jewelry. Nails weren't all fancied up. The front of her hairdo looked fine. She spent less time on the sides. Evidently, she had no time to invest in the back of her hair because it was kinda limp, albeit with some evidence that it had been pampered a time or two in the past.
Not that she neglected her looks, mind you. Just that her highest priority had nothing to do with impressing those who scrutinized her. (Not that anyone would do THAT, right?)
Seems to me, she had higher priorities than pleasing anybody who sat behind her in church today. Seems to me, she probably rose first this morning. Made breakfast for her family. Drilled her boys out of bed, through the bathroom, into their clothes, to the breakfast table and out the door to church ... on time.
Seems to me she had the perfect balance between letting kids be kids in church, paying attention to the sermon and songs, minding her boys so that they didn't bother the more fussy worshippers ... while she put her arm around her sons ... hugged them ... touched them ... loved them ... cared for them. Without fanfare. Or a fancy hairdo. Or perfect nails. Or lots of bangle-y bracelets. Or showy clothes. Or extra time spent on herself, instead of others.
I honestly believe God informed me that He is pleased with her.
Very.
If I were as weird as some people think, I would tell her that.
But I won't.
Probably.
***
Pat & Cindy
Newcomers. He's the quiet scientist. She's the effervescent, attractive-in-lots-of-ways type you'd pick to head a committee or represent your company.
Saw them again today on my back row.
Cindy greeted me and repeated their names, so I wouldn't be embarrassed because I forgot. Again.
Retired. Fancy address. Nice People.
Asked them what their plans were for retirement. Travel?
Asked what their goals were ... what their plans were ... yadda, yadda, yadda.
They were sweet.
When I finished giving them my quiz, Cindy said their main focus was ...
[more in a minute]
***
My Friend in the Hallway
Saw JC. (No, not HIM! Those are his initials! Sheeeeeeeesh.)
He is always kind to me. Gets close. Leans toward me. Scrunches his shoulders forward. Stretches his head toward me ... like he's going to look over a wall or something.
His eyes get big when we talk ... mostly of my trauma de jours ("daily troubles" for those who cannot decipher my version of French).
JC keeps telling me that he doesn't know how he would handle the trials I endure. (Lost my job about a month ago. My daughter told me -- again -- last week that she would not let me have time with my granddaughter before school starts -- even though she hasn't been to my house since Christmas.)
[No, I am not going to list all my woes here. You have your own.]
JC has a great wife. 5.75 perfect kids. Great, but HARD job. He's respected, healthy, fun and close to God. He is well.
Just as he would be if his life fell apart.
He just doesn't know it.
Hope he never has to find out.
Told JC I'm helping an author develop a book about having hope in the midst of utter chaos and calamity -- specifically, in Haiti.
That's where people have real troubles.
That's where the people are that *I* do not want to trade places with.
***
Trading Places
Ask anyone in any war-ravaged village.
Anyone in any Third-World hovel.
Anyone in a prison or hospital.
Zillions of Chinese or Indian drones; villagers in Africa or South America.
Ask them if they'd like to change places with a guy in America.
A guy with a beautiful home that he has all to himself.
Plenty of food and clean water and 2.5 toilets.
Money in the bank. Healthy. Joyful.
Free to worship, work, travel and pursue happiness.
Ask any 40-something in a bad marriage.
Those burdened with impossible-to-pay school loans.
Or medical bills.
Ask someone with no health insurance, car, food, shelter or clothes.
Ask if they'd trade places with me ... in a heartbeat.
**
The people who fear that they'll end up like me, whether through:
the wrath of God or former wives
self-destructive habits
misfortune
poor decisions
getting caught doing something illegal or immoral
or whatever
don't understand how good a life I have.
It's just not perfect, that's all.
I lack their greatest blessings, but I have no lack of great blessings.
The good news is: I am aware of how blessed I am.
And I am thankful.
***
Pat & Cindy, Revisited
Cindy -- a woman who appears to be a "Don't you worry, honey. I've got your back. I'll fight for you and we're gonna win. Together!!" -- kind of wife,
responded to my question about what they're gonna do now that she and Pat are retired.
"Pat has cancer. We're gonna deal with that."
No hint of *anything* related to "poor him/me/us."
No reference to "why" this bad thing happened to good people.
No war paint or fist shaking.
Just the kind of thoughts you hear in the South sometimes.
"I don't wanna fight you. But I sure-as-heaven will, if I have to. And I'll win."
I prayed for Pat. Right there in our back row.
Told God later that I felt He had given Pat a great wife. Asked God to heal Pat and to use him for His glory for years to come.
Thanked God for my health. My problems. My trials.
Because God knows ... I don't think I could handle troubles like the ones that Pat and Cindy face.
**
Yup.
It's easier to write blogs than it is to trust God and live in reliance on the truth that He will never leave us nor forsake us.
Even in the valleys of:
unemployment
divorce
broken relationships
loneliness
bills
medical issues
the death of loved ones
wants/needs for the basics that we Americans feel we deserve
whatever problems you have
whatever problems your family has
whatever problems your neighbors have
broken dreams/promises/hopes
even ... cancer.
It's easy to forget that this life to which we cling
is merely the opening act for eternity.
Eternity with God ...
or without God.
We will know that God is trustworthy for His promises of forever
when we learn that He is trustworthy to keep His promises to meet our needs today.
No matter what happens.
Have
No
Fear
God cares for His own.
Even better than all the world's wonderful Cindys.
Combined.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Job Interviews with Bible Characters
Hi.
First, some background on this topic.
I am looking for work. Updating my resume, sending out letters and e-mails; pimping and primping myself with much pluck, if not aplomb.
As I envision interviews, my many faults come to mind and I wonder how said interviews might transpire.
My mind, inevitably, wanders. I imagine how George Washington or Abraham Lincoln or Bob Dylan would do in a modern interview. And I wonder how a few Bible characters would do.
**
I intend for my remarks to make a point (whatever it might be) and I shall attempt to make said point/s using humor, as I perceive it.
Humor is a funny thing. A man I knew repeated a joke so often it became funny, overused, boring and then funny again.
He wasn't being any more cruel than usual when he offered up one of the world's worst pick-up lines: "You don't sweat much, for a fat girl."
I cannot tell you how many times I laughed/didn't laugh at that line. Many, over the years. But it didn't strike me funny when he would say it around our secretary who was ... less than lithe ... like me.
I don't say this to diss anyone, but to admit that what I am going to write [not that I have much of a clue at this moment what that will be] might be offensive to a reader or a hundred. I don't know.
All I can say is I intend no insult or offense. And I say that knowing full-well that my very existence causes insult and/or offense to both strangers and family members alike.
Ergo, what have I to lose?
[insert smiley face of your choice here]
***
Joseph
So, you say your name is "Joseph"?
OK. And ... let's see ... you're applying for the position of ...
yes, here it is.
Ruler of Egypt.
Uh, I'm looking at your resume here, and I don't see much in the way of experience running large portions of civilization, Joseph.
Now, I don't want to just brush you off ... heaven knows we could do a lot worse than SOME people who run nations ... but ... well, a couple of things worry me.
Like this part ... where it says your family threw you in a pit? Does that mean you don't get along well with others?
I mean, let's be honest. You must have done *something* to deserve that, wouldn't you agree?
And our background check said something about your *nice* brother who rescued you from that pit ... and, wait while I find it ...
Yes. He took you out of the pit and SOLD you into slavery?
And that's your closest brother? Wasn't he afraid of facing your mother?
Oh, I see. You didn't have the same mother?
But what about the other brothers? Uh, huh. Oh, I see. Yes ...
Wait! Your father had HOW MANY wives?
[scribble, scribble]
OK. Let's get back to your resume.
I don't see a recommendation from your last employer ... a Mr. Potipher, I believe?
Excuse me? He sent you to prison? Really? PRISON?
[scribble, scribble]
Now, you don't have to tell me ... but ...
What? Did you say for NOT having sex with his wife?
Joseph. Really. I mean ... do you expect me to believe ...
Oh, sure!!! You had to refuse a beautiful woman's sexual advances?
Uh, huh. I see. The wife of a wealthy, powerful man wanted ... you?
Seriously?
[scribble, scribble]
OK. Let's try to move on, shall we?
So, you were in prison for how long?
Wow. That's a long time.
And you ... pardon me? God blessed you? In prison?
Well, let's just hope he doesn't bless ME like that! hahahaha
humphhh ... sorry ...
Now, what did you do before your brothers threw you in that pit?
Pardon me, but ... you didn't say you were "a shepherd" did you?
Mister ... I mean, Joseph. Really!
I'm not sure who put you up to this ridiculous stunt! But if you think *anyone* would make you the ruler of a small caravan ... let alone the ruler of Egypt!!!
[scribble, scribble]
SECURITY!!!
***
Jesus O. Nazareth
Yes, Mister Nazareth, come in! Come in! I've been waiting to meet you!
I understand you're looking for work in medicine, is that right, Mister Nazareth?
Sorry? Just "Jesus" -- is that what you said?
Oh, now I understand. Jesus OF Nazareth, not "Jesus O. Nazareth."
hahaha
My mistake! Please forgive me!
What's that? Did you say "Later"?
Now then. Where were we? Oh, yes. I've looked over your credentials and I just have ... well, a few questions. That's all.
For example, there doesn't seem to be much information about you from ... well, let's see ... I guess from when you were 12 ... to ... just about the last year or so!
hahahaha
What have you been doing, Mister Naz ... I mean, Jesus ... hahaha
Any schooling?
Excellent! How were your grades?
So, you learned a lot from your father, but you don't exactly have a degree?
Is that it? Sort of home schooled? That's becoming very popular, you know.
Did you pass your courses?
What's that??? You never failed?
That's what we're looking for, sir! Very well done!
[scribble, scribble]
Now, what about work experience? Tell me what you've been up to recently!
You, what? Did you say "gave sight to the blind"?
And you raised WHAT from the dead?
Seriously, Jesus! This isn't funny at all.
If you're not looking for work, just tell me ... but, I must say ... this is a most unusual interview!
You say ... you have witnesses?
Of COURSE you do!!! Of course you do.
[scribble, scribble]
Let me finish the interview first. Then, we'll talk about your friends.
OK. A few medical questions we have to get out of the way.
Have you been hospitalized in the past six months ...
and are you on any medication?
Do you hear voices? Any delusions of grandeur? That sort of thing?
You do?
[scribble, scribble]
You say you are ... God? Did I hear that right?
[scribble, scribble]
And you've come to seek and save the lost? Before you return ... *where*?
[scribble, scribble]
Jesus ... let me be honest with you. I just don't have the right position for you right now.
Maybe if you go back to school.
Get a job or two under your belt.
And, maybe -- no offense -- get a new tunic or two ... and some sandals that aren't so tattered ... MAYBE I might be able to place you somewhere where you could work your way up the ladder.
With a little hard work, you might make something of yourself.
Someday.
But I can't make any promises, you understand.
That sort of thing isn't up to me.
But I must tell you ... you really should speak to someone about these ideas you have.
I mean, you seem nice.
But, Savior of mankind?
Really?
Shouldn't we just leave that sort of thing to the president?
***
Judas
Please sit down, Mister Judas. Yes, that's fine: "Judas."
I must say you have a most excellent resume!
You're employed ... and ... let's see ... yes, you are an experienced accountant.
Well respected, too, it appears. Yes, well respected, indeed.
I don't personally know the men who have recommended you, but I must say I am impressed by their references. Leaders in the military, politics and church ... who speak so well of you!
Well done, sir. Well done!
I understand that you are among the closest advisors to a ... let's see ... his name doesn't appear here. No matter!
You strike me as the dependable sort!
You've earned the respect of the most respectable men in our region!
You've earned the trust of so many by your faithful handling of your organization's funds.
You dress well and, I must say, this -- shall I say "present?" -- you've given me proves how generous you are. Thank you, so much. You shouldn't have.
Now, then.
I see changes coming. Big changes!
And you're the kind of man who can make things happen!
A powerful man ... with powerful friends!
A man of vision!
The kind of man that any government or business would want on its team!
Tell you what?!!
Give me some time to mention you to a couple of people.
You know ... the "right" people.
Then, let me get back to you in a fortnight.
Like you, I have connections.
Quite a network, if I do say so myself.
I know people who could use a man like you ... to change the world!
Yes, Judas, change the world! Forever!
First, some background on this topic.
I am looking for work. Updating my resume, sending out letters and e-mails; pimping and primping myself with much pluck, if not aplomb.
As I envision interviews, my many faults come to mind and I wonder how said interviews might transpire.
My mind, inevitably, wanders. I imagine how George Washington or Abraham Lincoln or Bob Dylan would do in a modern interview. And I wonder how a few Bible characters would do.
**
I intend for my remarks to make a point (whatever it might be) and I shall attempt to make said point/s using humor, as I perceive it.
Humor is a funny thing. A man I knew repeated a joke so often it became funny, overused, boring and then funny again.
He wasn't being any more cruel than usual when he offered up one of the world's worst pick-up lines: "You don't sweat much, for a fat girl."
I cannot tell you how many times I laughed/didn't laugh at that line. Many, over the years. But it didn't strike me funny when he would say it around our secretary who was ... less than lithe ... like me.
I don't say this to diss anyone, but to admit that what I am going to write [not that I have much of a clue at this moment what that will be] might be offensive to a reader or a hundred. I don't know.
All I can say is I intend no insult or offense. And I say that knowing full-well that my very existence causes insult and/or offense to both strangers and family members alike.
Ergo, what have I to lose?
[insert smiley face of your choice here]
***
Joseph
So, you say your name is "Joseph"?
OK. And ... let's see ... you're applying for the position of ...
yes, here it is.
Ruler of Egypt.
Uh, I'm looking at your resume here, and I don't see much in the way of experience running large portions of civilization, Joseph.
Now, I don't want to just brush you off ... heaven knows we could do a lot worse than SOME people who run nations ... but ... well, a couple of things worry me.
Like this part ... where it says your family threw you in a pit? Does that mean you don't get along well with others?
I mean, let's be honest. You must have done *something* to deserve that, wouldn't you agree?
And our background check said something about your *nice* brother who rescued you from that pit ... and, wait while I find it ...
Yes. He took you out of the pit and SOLD you into slavery?
And that's your closest brother? Wasn't he afraid of facing your mother?
Oh, I see. You didn't have the same mother?
But what about the other brothers? Uh, huh. Oh, I see. Yes ...
Wait! Your father had HOW MANY wives?
[scribble, scribble]
OK. Let's get back to your resume.
I don't see a recommendation from your last employer ... a Mr. Potipher, I believe?
Excuse me? He sent you to prison? Really? PRISON?
[scribble, scribble]
Now, you don't have to tell me ... but ...
What? Did you say for NOT having sex with his wife?
Joseph. Really. I mean ... do you expect me to believe ...
Oh, sure!!! You had to refuse a beautiful woman's sexual advances?
Uh, huh. I see. The wife of a wealthy, powerful man wanted ... you?
Seriously?
[scribble, scribble]
OK. Let's try to move on, shall we?
So, you were in prison for how long?
Wow. That's a long time.
And you ... pardon me? God blessed you? In prison?
Well, let's just hope he doesn't bless ME like that! hahahaha
humphhh ... sorry ...
Now, what did you do before your brothers threw you in that pit?
Pardon me, but ... you didn't say you were "a shepherd" did you?
Mister ... I mean, Joseph. Really!
I'm not sure who put you up to this ridiculous stunt! But if you think *anyone* would make you the ruler of a small caravan ... let alone the ruler of Egypt!!!
[scribble, scribble]
SECURITY!!!
***
Jesus O. Nazareth
Yes, Mister Nazareth, come in! Come in! I've been waiting to meet you!
I understand you're looking for work in medicine, is that right, Mister Nazareth?
Sorry? Just "Jesus" -- is that what you said?
Oh, now I understand. Jesus OF Nazareth, not "Jesus O. Nazareth."
hahaha
My mistake! Please forgive me!
What's that? Did you say "Later"?
Now then. Where were we? Oh, yes. I've looked over your credentials and I just have ... well, a few questions. That's all.
For example, there doesn't seem to be much information about you from ... well, let's see ... I guess from when you were 12 ... to ... just about the last year or so!
hahahaha
What have you been doing, Mister Naz ... I mean, Jesus ... hahaha
Any schooling?
Excellent! How were your grades?
So, you learned a lot from your father, but you don't exactly have a degree?
Is that it? Sort of home schooled? That's becoming very popular, you know.
Did you pass your courses?
What's that??? You never failed?
That's what we're looking for, sir! Very well done!
[scribble, scribble]
Now, what about work experience? Tell me what you've been up to recently!
You, what? Did you say "gave sight to the blind"?
And you raised WHAT from the dead?
Seriously, Jesus! This isn't funny at all.
If you're not looking for work, just tell me ... but, I must say ... this is a most unusual interview!
You say ... you have witnesses?
Of COURSE you do!!! Of course you do.
[scribble, scribble]
Let me finish the interview first. Then, we'll talk about your friends.
OK. A few medical questions we have to get out of the way.
Have you been hospitalized in the past six months ...
and are you on any medication?
Do you hear voices? Any delusions of grandeur? That sort of thing?
You do?
[scribble, scribble]
You say you are ... God? Did I hear that right?
[scribble, scribble]
And you've come to seek and save the lost? Before you return ... *where*?
[scribble, scribble]
Jesus ... let me be honest with you. I just don't have the right position for you right now.
Maybe if you go back to school.
Get a job or two under your belt.
And, maybe -- no offense -- get a new tunic or two ... and some sandals that aren't so tattered ... MAYBE I might be able to place you somewhere where you could work your way up the ladder.
With a little hard work, you might make something of yourself.
Someday.
But I can't make any promises, you understand.
That sort of thing isn't up to me.
But I must tell you ... you really should speak to someone about these ideas you have.
I mean, you seem nice.
But, Savior of mankind?
Really?
Shouldn't we just leave that sort of thing to the president?
***
Judas
Please sit down, Mister Judas. Yes, that's fine: "Judas."
I must say you have a most excellent resume!
You're employed ... and ... let's see ... yes, you are an experienced accountant.
Well respected, too, it appears. Yes, well respected, indeed.
I don't personally know the men who have recommended you, but I must say I am impressed by their references. Leaders in the military, politics and church ... who speak so well of you!
Well done, sir. Well done!
I understand that you are among the closest advisors to a ... let's see ... his name doesn't appear here. No matter!
You strike me as the dependable sort!
You've earned the respect of the most respectable men in our region!
You've earned the trust of so many by your faithful handling of your organization's funds.
You dress well and, I must say, this -- shall I say "present?" -- you've given me proves how generous you are. Thank you, so much. You shouldn't have.
Now, then.
I see changes coming. Big changes!
And you're the kind of man who can make things happen!
A powerful man ... with powerful friends!
A man of vision!
The kind of man that any government or business would want on its team!
Tell you what?!!
Give me some time to mention you to a couple of people.
You know ... the "right" people.
Then, let me get back to you in a fortnight.
Like you, I have connections.
Quite a network, if I do say so myself.
I know people who could use a man like you ... to change the world!
Yes, Judas, change the world! Forever!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
The Trusted Soldier
Ever heard the story of The Trusted Soldier?
The Commander-in-Chief once sent a Trusted Soldier to an outpost to enlist and train recruits. There was no question about The Trusted Soldier's loyalty or competence. He was personally chosen for the job. Everyone knew he would do it "by the book" and teach trainees to do the same.
The Trusted Soldier served for decades with diligence and excellence. His loyalty and perseverance were exemplary. Even though he stopped contacting HQ for new orders.
No one knew how long it had been since The Trusted Soldier sought new orders. HQ knew The Trusted Soldier wasn't AWOL. They knew he was following the book, as best he knew how. HQ stopped trying to reach him. They knew The Trusted Soldier would contact HQ, at some point.
The Trusted Soldier was a man under authority, not a renegade. The superiors of The Trusted Soldier knew that he would eventually wait for new orders -- no matter how long it took -- before beginning or ending any campaigns. They knew he would obey those orders without question.
HQ knew The Trusted Soldier would be more victorious than ever, as soon as he submitted to the Commander-in-Chief and listened for His voice ... His direction ... His orders for the day.
The Trusted Soldier had dedicated his life to serve without reservation, by the book. He merely needed better communication with the Commander-in-Chief, the author of The Book.
[The Beginning]
Friday, July 8, 2011
A Man of Constant Blessings
Hi.
Hope you're well.
God showed up in very cool ways. Wanted you to know and be encouraged.
***
Tuesday, June 28th
Big day.
As I shared in a previous blog, a friend invited me to pitch in at my local radio station (MLRS) for a couple of hours while the usual host was on vacation.
I love radio. Happily agreed to be there, whenever I was able.
Had a great time with old and new friends. Knew I'd miss having such fun when I returned to my real job on Wednesday. But thankful for the joyous time at MLRS.
***
Wednesday, June 29th
Went to work. Went pretty well.
Sold one of the things that my bosses pushed us to sell. The customer was so appreciative of my service that he shook my hand and heartily thanked me.
Just then my boss appeared at my side.
Wanted to chat.
Upstairs.
In the office.
Yup.
Got fired.
Bang.
**
I know. You're not surprised, any more than I am/was.
Was gonna bitch at/with them, but it was a done deal.
Why beg people you don't respect to regain what you don't want?
I have my opinion about the final straw. They have theirs.
But it doesn't matter.
I could have quit whenever I wanted to.
They could have fired me whenever they wanted to.
I would have left if I had a better opportunity.
They simply beat me to the punch.
No tears. No regrets. No fear.
As the French say, "c'est la guerre" or "such is war."
[Men who wonder why the French word for "war" is feminine have never been divorced.]
I endured for 40+ months in a hard job in a harsh environment. The next day another long-term endurer got fired. Many of the extant are doomed ... and they know it. Dreading their call to The Office.
So be it.
Jobs are not Saviors. Jobs are jobs.
Jobs are not "who we are" or "what we do."
Jobs are jobs.
I worry about people who are freaked out over losing a particular position -- as compared to the loss of income/benefits. It's as if they have unhealthily blended their identities with a job/title/position or path to Eden.
Women don't get this about men. They often dismiss a man's quest for work as a quest for power or self-aggrandizement. Women point to the dishes or laundry and say, "Hey, you want work? I've got plenty for you, Romeo."
And men don't get the profundity of emotion/loss in woman who cannot have children, but want one/many desperately. We men dismiss their genetic desire with a "Hey, ya got me! What more do you want/need? Let's [have sex!]"
**
Anyway.
I lost my job on Wednesday the 29th.
My final words to the people involved were "God bless you."
Meant it then. Still do today. Will tomorrow.
[Mississippi John Hurt is singing God's Unchanging Hand on Pandora]
***
Called MLRS and asked if they still wanted me to fill-in on Thursday the 30th.
Got a warm welcome and an invitation to come in on Thursday. And Friday, July 1st. And Monday the 4th.
I often prayed for God to keep me in my job for "a perfect length of time." God's perfect timing allowed me to go back on MLRS for three extra days.
***
Thursday, June 30th
Got an e-mail from MLRS. They're looking for a weekend engineer.
Tough job.
Simultaneously running three stations. Doing news. Capturing highlights from baseball/football/basketball/hockey games and turning them into news items. Keeping listeners and a Web site up-to-date with the latest news, weather and stuff. Paying attention to a police scanner in the background. Switching satellite inputs/outputs. Joining news/programs in progress. And knowing what to do when a baseball game is suddenly rained out or when there is a pitching change, etc.
Not for the meek. Not the kind of job where being pretty, funny, well-dressed or first-in-your-class helps at all.
It's just you vs The Computers, The Weather, The News and a bazillion red, yellow and white buttons.
Some buttons blink/light up when everything's OK.
Some, when you've screwed up.
Some lights on buttons don't turn on, but should.
But it's radio and I love it.
Happily volunteered to spend a few hours watching the operation on Saturday evening, July 2nd. Figured I'd venture through the door God opened.
***
Meanwhile on Tuesday the 28th
The better part of 30 years ago, my family of four lived in an old apartment house on the fringe of a bad neighborhood. (Now that area needs Wizard of Oz-ish "I'd turn back if I were you" signs.)
One evening I went to play chess with the guy upstairs. Hours later, both he and his wife "became Christians."
They asked God, by faith, to forgive their sins. God forgave them and He graciously accepted the death of Jesus Christ as atonement for their sins.
They (S&P) dedicated their lives to the glory of God. S&P stuck with that commitment, through thick and thin. Now, their kids "walk with Christ," as we say in Christian code.
S&P have shown love and mercy to me, even when I wasn't what they or God or I expected from me.
*
On Tuesday the 28th, S&P wrote me this note:
"Dear Robert,
You are always in our prayers. I have known for some time the Lord wanted us to give you something and today the answer was clearly given.
May your prayers be answered and your spiritual and emotional life be filled to overflowing.
We love you."
*
Their card arrived Saturday, but it got lost in the shuffle.
Opened it last Sunday morning, right before I went to church.
Right before I had to tell many friends that I lost my job.
Right before I was going to ask them to pray that *somehow* God would provide for me.
As I opened S&P's card, out popped a check.
For hundreds of dollars.
More than you and I ever give to others.
That's not all.
Ready?
The card was written on Tuesday the 28th.
The check was written on Tuesday the 28th.
I got fired the next day, Wednesday the 29th.
As God knew before it happened.
***
Faith
You don't have to call that a miracle, but I do.
You don't have to share my faith that God provided for me.
You don't have to share my faith that God will provide for you.
God provided me with more than money. (There are zillions of rich people who hate their lives ... because you cannot feed money to a soul.)
God encouraged me and strengthened my faith through a tangible reminder that He will never leave me nor forsake me. Ever.
***
Tuesday, July 5th
Drove back to MLRS. Waited to speak with the manager. Told him I'd like to give the evening job a shot. A little while later, I was hired.
I've been in training every night this week ... and will be every night for the upcoming week.
It's "just" part-time. There is a ton of stuff to master.
Might not do well enough. I just don't know.
But I did my best yesterday. I'll do my best today and tomorrow. And I'll leave the rest to God.
I will be well -- because of God.
***
Today
Life isn't about jobs or friends or unexpected checks.
Life is about knowing that God can take the shattered shards of our lives ... and recreate a meaningful, valuable, hopeful, fearless, life dedicated to His glory.
Has your life has been almost too hard to bear?
I'm sorry.
Has your life been so wonderful that you don't need God?
I'm sorry.
As the Bible says in this Psalm, "Wait for the Lord."
Don't give up.
Trust in God.
He knows where you are, where you will be tomorrow and next week.
A word of hope from Jeremiah 29:11:
"For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the LORD, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
Hope you're well.
God showed up in very cool ways. Wanted you to know and be encouraged.
***
Tuesday, June 28th
Big day.
As I shared in a previous blog, a friend invited me to pitch in at my local radio station (MLRS) for a couple of hours while the usual host was on vacation.
I love radio. Happily agreed to be there, whenever I was able.
Had a great time with old and new friends. Knew I'd miss having such fun when I returned to my real job on Wednesday. But thankful for the joyous time at MLRS.
***
Wednesday, June 29th
Went to work. Went pretty well.
Sold one of the things that my bosses pushed us to sell. The customer was so appreciative of my service that he shook my hand and heartily thanked me.
Just then my boss appeared at my side.
Wanted to chat.
Upstairs.
In the office.
Yup.
Got fired.
Bang.
**
I know. You're not surprised, any more than I am/was.
Was gonna bitch at/with them, but it was a done deal.
Why beg people you don't respect to regain what you don't want?
I have my opinion about the final straw. They have theirs.
But it doesn't matter.
I could have quit whenever I wanted to.
They could have fired me whenever they wanted to.
I would have left if I had a better opportunity.
They simply beat me to the punch.
No tears. No regrets. No fear.
As the French say, "c'est la guerre" or "such is war."
[Men who wonder why the French word for "war" is feminine have never been divorced.]
I endured for 40+ months in a hard job in a harsh environment. The next day another long-term endurer got fired. Many of the extant are doomed ... and they know it. Dreading their call to The Office.
So be it.
Jobs are not Saviors. Jobs are jobs.
Jobs are not "who we are" or "what we do."
Jobs are jobs.
I worry about people who are freaked out over losing a particular position -- as compared to the loss of income/benefits. It's as if they have unhealthily blended their identities with a job/title/position or path to Eden.
Women don't get this about men. They often dismiss a man's quest for work as a quest for power or self-aggrandizement. Women point to the dishes or laundry and say, "Hey, you want work? I've got plenty for you, Romeo."
And men don't get the profundity of emotion/loss in woman who cannot have children, but want one/many desperately. We men dismiss their genetic desire with a "Hey, ya got me! What more do you want/need? Let's [have sex!]"
**
Anyway.
I lost my job on Wednesday the 29th.
My final words to the people involved were "God bless you."
Meant it then. Still do today. Will tomorrow.
[Mississippi John Hurt is singing God's Unchanging Hand on Pandora]
***
Called MLRS and asked if they still wanted me to fill-in on Thursday the 30th.
Got a warm welcome and an invitation to come in on Thursday. And Friday, July 1st. And Monday the 4th.
I often prayed for God to keep me in my job for "a perfect length of time." God's perfect timing allowed me to go back on MLRS for three extra days.
***
Thursday, June 30th
Got an e-mail from MLRS. They're looking for a weekend engineer.
Tough job.
Simultaneously running three stations. Doing news. Capturing highlights from baseball/football/basketball/hockey games and turning them into news items. Keeping listeners and a Web site up-to-date with the latest news, weather and stuff. Paying attention to a police scanner in the background. Switching satellite inputs/outputs. Joining news/programs in progress. And knowing what to do when a baseball game is suddenly rained out or when there is a pitching change, etc.
Not for the meek. Not the kind of job where being pretty, funny, well-dressed or first-in-your-class helps at all.
It's just you vs The Computers, The Weather, The News and a bazillion red, yellow and white buttons.
Some buttons blink/light up when everything's OK.
Some, when you've screwed up.
Some lights on buttons don't turn on, but should.
But it's radio and I love it.
Happily volunteered to spend a few hours watching the operation on Saturday evening, July 2nd. Figured I'd venture through the door God opened.
***
Meanwhile on Tuesday the 28th
The better part of 30 years ago, my family of four lived in an old apartment house on the fringe of a bad neighborhood. (Now that area needs Wizard of Oz-ish "I'd turn back if I were you" signs.)
One evening I went to play chess with the guy upstairs. Hours later, both he and his wife "became Christians."
They asked God, by faith, to forgive their sins. God forgave them and He graciously accepted the death of Jesus Christ as atonement for their sins.
They (S&P) dedicated their lives to the glory of God. S&P stuck with that commitment, through thick and thin. Now, their kids "walk with Christ," as we say in Christian code.
S&P have shown love and mercy to me, even when I wasn't what they or God or I expected from me.
*
On Tuesday the 28th, S&P wrote me this note:
"Dear Robert,
You are always in our prayers. I have known for some time the Lord wanted us to give you something and today the answer was clearly given.
May your prayers be answered and your spiritual and emotional life be filled to overflowing.
We love you."
*
Their card arrived Saturday, but it got lost in the shuffle.
Opened it last Sunday morning, right before I went to church.
Right before I had to tell many friends that I lost my job.
Right before I was going to ask them to pray that *somehow* God would provide for me.
As I opened S&P's card, out popped a check.
For hundreds of dollars.
More than you and I ever give to others.
That's not all.
Ready?
The card was written on Tuesday the 28th.
The check was written on Tuesday the 28th.
I got fired the next day, Wednesday the 29th.
As God knew before it happened.
***
Faith
You don't have to call that a miracle, but I do.
You don't have to share my faith that God provided for me.
You don't have to share my faith that God will provide for you.
God provided me with more than money. (There are zillions of rich people who hate their lives ... because you cannot feed money to a soul.)
God encouraged me and strengthened my faith through a tangible reminder that He will never leave me nor forsake me. Ever.
***
Tuesday, July 5th
Drove back to MLRS. Waited to speak with the manager. Told him I'd like to give the evening job a shot. A little while later, I was hired.
I've been in training every night this week ... and will be every night for the upcoming week.
It's "just" part-time. There is a ton of stuff to master.
Might not do well enough. I just don't know.
But I did my best yesterday. I'll do my best today and tomorrow. And I'll leave the rest to God.
I will be well -- because of God.
***
Today
Life isn't about jobs or friends or unexpected checks.
Life is about knowing that God can take the shattered shards of our lives ... and recreate a meaningful, valuable, hopeful, fearless, life dedicated to His glory.
Has your life has been almost too hard to bear?
I'm sorry.
Has your life been so wonderful that you don't need God?
I'm sorry.
As the Bible says in this Psalm, "Wait for the Lord."
Don't give up.
Trust in God.
He knows where you are, where you will be tomorrow and next week.
A word of hope from Jeremiah 29:11:
"For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the LORD, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Isaac James
Isaac James
Two weeks ago today, Isaac James arrived to bless his waiting family.
I cannot express how thankful I am to God and my family to be there for the event. (No, I wasn't there for *everything.* You understand.)
On the way to the hospital, I called my friends at my local radio station (MLRS) with a simple request. First time I've EVER asked them for anything, so I felt within my rights to go for a biggie.
Yup. Asked them to clear a couple of roads (I-985, I-85, I-285 through Atlanta and up I-75) of all cars during morning rush hour, so that I wouldn't be late for Isaac's arrival.
In spite of the pitiful failure of MLRS, I made it on time. Yes, I got lost within a few miles of the hospital. Worked out perfectly anyway (thank you, God). Saw a Burger King. Stopped. Bought all the breakfast food they had -- gleefully telling one and all about Isaac being ALMOST here.
Joyous.
The really cool part was when I asked the lady behind the BK counter if she'd ever heard of the hospital I was trying to find. Yup. All I had to do was turn left out of their driveway, go to the first light, turn right and voila!!
Got there in plenty of time.
My [insert something here to praise her for her loving, caring heart -- even though I drive her crazy] daughter and my ex-wife were polite. We were all dedicated to making Isaac's arrival pleasant.
In an hour or so, Isaac came to be with us. Ten fingers. Ten toes. Everything where it should be. Everything worked. And he loved being tightly held by one and all.
Isaac hardly squawked. Just appeared in the room.
Like he'd always been with us.
Seriously. The weirdest thing was I couldn't remember life without him.
(Not the way a different ex-wife said she couldn't remember life without me. Before she left.)
Just that being with Isaac was/is so *normal.*
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I know I said it before ... but I want to say it again, please.
Moments after Isaac was delivered to us, it was like he'd always been with us.
Zero drama.
Zero fussing.
Zero whatever screws up deliveries.
**
We ordered pizza for lunch. Deciding what toppings to get ... from which pizza place ... was the only decision we had to make. Even that went well.
**
I love Isaac. Right now he's 10' from me, sleeping in his swing. I held him and fed him and gave him to my daughter when he filled his drawers.
(Yes, there are limits to my love -- at least in non-emergencies.)
I do not love Isaac more than my son (in-law) or daughters or other grandchildren. A better writer could explain to you how weird it is to suddenly have extra love for someone new, without having any less love for anyone else.
Didn't take an act of faith or effort to muster love for Isaac. It wasn't like we had a new obligation or we resented how much it would cost to feed/house/educate/whatever him.
Just love for a member of the family. Brand-new to us and as welcome as can be.
Isaac provides another reason to live a good life.
Babies are evidence that life is isn't just about ourselves.
We're here for one another.
We exist to meet God and to marvel at His forgiveness, grace and miracles. Miracles such as Isaac James.
And miracles like you.
There is room in God's heart -- and in His imperfect family -- for you.
Two weeks ago today, Isaac James arrived to bless his waiting family.
I cannot express how thankful I am to God and my family to be there for the event. (No, I wasn't there for *everything.* You understand.)
On the way to the hospital, I called my friends at my local radio station (MLRS) with a simple request. First time I've EVER asked them for anything, so I felt within my rights to go for a biggie.
Yup. Asked them to clear a couple of roads (I-985, I-85, I-285 through Atlanta and up I-75) of all cars during morning rush hour, so that I wouldn't be late for Isaac's arrival.
In spite of the pitiful failure of MLRS, I made it on time. Yes, I got lost within a few miles of the hospital. Worked out perfectly anyway (thank you, God). Saw a Burger King. Stopped. Bought all the breakfast food they had -- gleefully telling one and all about Isaac being ALMOST here.
Joyous.
The really cool part was when I asked the lady behind the BK counter if she'd ever heard of the hospital I was trying to find. Yup. All I had to do was turn left out of their driveway, go to the first light, turn right and voila!!
Got there in plenty of time.
My [insert something here to praise her for her loving, caring heart -- even though I drive her crazy] daughter and my ex-wife were polite. We were all dedicated to making Isaac's arrival pleasant.
In an hour or so, Isaac came to be with us. Ten fingers. Ten toes. Everything where it should be. Everything worked. And he loved being tightly held by one and all.
Isaac hardly squawked. Just appeared in the room.
Like he'd always been with us.
Seriously. The weirdest thing was I couldn't remember life without him.
(Not the way a different ex-wife said she couldn't remember life without me. Before she left.)
Just that being with Isaac was/is so *normal.*
I know I said it before ... but I want to say it again, please.
Moments after Isaac was delivered to us, it was like he'd always been with us.
Zero drama.
Zero fussing.
Zero whatever screws up deliveries.
**
We ordered pizza for lunch. Deciding what toppings to get ... from which pizza place ... was the only decision we had to make. Even that went well.
**
I love Isaac. Right now he's 10' from me, sleeping in his swing. I held him and fed him and gave him to my daughter when he filled his drawers.
(Yes, there are limits to my love -- at least in non-emergencies.)
I do not love Isaac more than my son (in-law) or daughters or other grandchildren. A better writer could explain to you how weird it is to suddenly have extra love for someone new, without having any less love for anyone else.
Didn't take an act of faith or effort to muster love for Isaac. It wasn't like we had a new obligation or we resented how much it would cost to feed/house/educate/whatever him.
Just love for a member of the family. Brand-new to us and as welcome as can be.
Isaac provides another reason to live a good life.
Babies are evidence that life is isn't just about ourselves.
We're here for one another.
We exist to meet God and to marvel at His forgiveness, grace and miracles. Miracles such as Isaac James.
And miracles like you.
There is room in God's heart -- and in His imperfect family -- for you.
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