The nationally syndicated radio talk show host Kev McCollough predicted America’s downfall at the hands of a smooth talking community organizer who would soon get the nation chanting, yes they could, long before the applause had subsided, or even begun. Continue reading
When the University’s medical school decided to celebrate World AIDS Day with a host of activities of which two caught my attention, I was expecting some fun. Or at least acknowledgement of my work. Or certificates of participation at the very least.
A day later when the results were announced, I gave myself an I-told-you-so lecture.
Of course. When have the people here been fair in competition. Obviously all top places were ‘bagged’ by the host school’s student. So what if the results tell you anything different?
I could hear people whining over how the event had potential to be a greater success. Let’s pop your bubble, people, because anything better or sensible is way beyond your league.
The judges who slapped medical knowledge and AIDS know how left and write for the writing competition and the other shared a trait in common: favoritism and snobbishness.
If you are looking around to gather support for a cause, you do not invite them to your lair and insult them or their work. Instead of encouraging participants in any form or manner, the organizers stepped on whatever little patience I had with this place and their standard of work.
I went in for the extempore to gain more stage and mic time and face my nervousness head on; seeing the best speaker who clearly should have won make peace with the ‘unexpected’ results killed whatever space I had in my head for self improvement.
I spent an hour writing a short story on the picture you had displayed. If you cannot get yourself to acknowledge my skill, do not remark and point out factual flaws in my work of fiction either, or go on to explain what you wanted to hear when you decided that topic for speaking.
There’s such a thing as individual expression.
Absolute waste of time.
“We should actively take possession of segments of the marketplace for Christ instead of surrendering them to the other side. We don’t claim the church as God’s turf and surrender the marketplace as Satan’s. We’re alive, active, and moving in both, and I believe God puts a call on our lives to redeem the business world for His glory. That’s been the goal of my entire career.”
” So priests are supposed to serve God, and businessmen are supposed to serve the priests, right?”
“No, that’s not what I mean. You see, God has made all of us to serve Him. We are all called to hear from God and honor His Word. We are all called to live our lives in a way that glorifies Him. But God has created a special relationship between people in the marketplace and those who have committed their lives to serve God as their vocation.”
“I think I understand. God gives businessmen the resources to help fulfill the calling of the priests, who have given their own time and resources specifically to serving God and to blessing the businessmen.”
So it was possible for a camel to get through the eye of the needle,” I returned. “It just meant that for it to happen, the camel had to get down on its knees . . . just like men of wealth. We’ve got to humble ourselves and get down on our knees to make it through life successfully . . . and please God.
I have several friends, men that I grew up with in the monastery. They love God and they love me. But they often tell me that God does not want me to be wealthy. They tell me that God wants me to be poor, like the monks who have made a vow of poverty.
“I see. But maybe God is trying to tell me that He is closing a door in my life. Maybe He is trying to get my attention. Maybe He wants me back at the monastery.”
“Yes. We sometimes credit circumstances to God or the enemy, when really it is simple cause and effect.”