Today at our staff meeting we talked about the story of the blind man Jesus healed with spit-mud. When discussing what people saw in the story, one coworker mentioned following God without asking questions. After his comment, I realized that, yes, the blind man did what Jesus asked and was healed for it, but that wasn’t the end of the story. The man then was questioned by the Pharisees, rejected by his family and friends, and kicked out of the temple, all without even saying Jesus was Christ, just “one thing I do know, I was blind but now I see!”
You do what Jesus asks, and yes, you may be given the blessing of healing, but it isn’t over then. Blessings don’t equal bliss. Sight didn’t bring comfort.
Budget cuts and job eliminations are finalized and publicized on the 17th. Your prayers appreciated.
I love the feeling of sudden clarity in a tradition.
I have 2 colors (beige and a brown/grey/beige mix) of super soft yarn. I need to make something for my sister-in-law’s incoming baby… any ideas?
(to preface, I’m a worrier. Writing helps me get over it)
Why is it so hard for non-profits to budget? Why do they hire people for a few months, get the settled and trained and integrated, and then realize “oh, just kidding, we don’t have any money at all for you” and then drop people? I had hoped to have left this in Seymour/Evart, but I was foolish to think so.
Spence and I are both on the chopping block at church. If one of us has to go, choose me. The fact I get paid what I do is a joke anyway. I mean, I work hard, we are changing things and making progress on a church that is wasting away with its elderly, but get a volunteer. Spencer? His boss thinks he is the most valuable person on their team and wants him to replace him someday. He is changing things, challenging kids, growing with kids, and ecouraging transformation in students, program, and the entire church. But, he is a recent hire, they obviously survived without him until they added him on. If I am let go, I still have another job and my parents credit card, and a lease that will stick me here through june. He loses his job? His already limited income will dwindle quickly, probably sending him to work a ski lift somewhere far away while I am stuck working for the company that betrayed the only person I want to be with.
I don’t think I am ready for that. I know that we can survive it, I just don’t want to have to again. It has nothing to do with money, we’ve hardly got any of that right now anyway. I was just getting used to how real people date; face to face conversations, hand holding in public, giving gifts in person, and celebrating special days together on the actual date. Video chatting could never equal a hug.
Is it too much to ask for a good friend here?
“ The balance of this journal is set in Helvetica. We realize there are literally thousands of fonts out there to use, (excepting Papyrus and Comic Sans which are an affront to good taste) and many of them could have looked quite nice really. However, nothing shows off art better than the simple appearance of a typeface that is unassumingly clean, sterile, and even delightfully plain. You know, something Swiss.
— A quote at the end of the journal I recieved from a Worship Arts conference a while back. Thought you would appreciate it, Anna!
