Sunday, February 19, 2012

Holding onto Rubber Bands

There she stood. All three feet of her.  Her little hand tightfisted and hidden from my view.

I was working at the school that day.  This little one, who could be quite precocious, had earned some free time and spent it playing with thin multi-colored rubber bands and a pegboard.  She had proudly hummed, and strummed a bit on her "rubber-band guitar," but now it was time to put it away and head back to class.

Dressed entirely in pink, she could be as charming as she was strong willed. Hesitantly, she put away her creation. It wasn't difficult to see the wheels turning.  Her speed slowing. She was thinking.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

SodaJerk

A "SodaJerk"... and that would be listed under....

"Am I now trying to win the approval of men, or of God? Or am I trying to please men? If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a servant of Christ." (Gal 1:10).  

I recently was invited to link into a networking site for professionals. As I began filling out the information and checking boxes I became acutely aware that "SodaJerk" and "Ministry" didn't qualify in the endless list of professional vocations.  Ministry didn't have a listing other than "Religious Institution" and that didn't fit.  And really... I'm not employed to minister.  I'm employed as a server.  A waitress.  I waitress so I can minister. As I scrolled through the listings there really didn't seem to be a professional listing for that! 

As I continued, the option came available to link with my high school, college, & vocational alumni.  I couldn't help but ask myself, "What would they think?"  In the quest for success, how had I done? Would the readers laugh? No title. No desk. No 401k.  I had aspired to make movies with best- and now found myself making malts- for the least of these. I declined to connect.  Nothing seemed to fit.