The Petite Filet had a much better day at work on Friday, which was apparently absent of yelling, screaming and migraines. She had a 90-minute convo with her boss the day before, and for now things are good enough to make her think she might survive the job for a full year (don't want the resume to look spotty). That's six more months. (Yikes). Thanks to the well wishers for, well, their well-wishing.
In other news, one reason I'm glad I don't share this blog address with my friends (see previous post) is because one of them just became ordained into the Baptist ministry. The process was a little foggy, because I obviously wasn't involved, but there was an ordination committee, bright lights and interrogations, repeated testimonies, searching of hearts and lots of praying. It was a moving ceremony during which he was ordained, and for me a typical average Christian who struggles a lot on his daily life in God's grace quite humbling.
It was humbling for my friend, too, and something he never thought he'd be called to do. It is a heart-changing, life-changing thing that is hard to express in words, but of course, I'll do my best to understand what it means for him:
Any time a bunch of us are out, or over at someone's house, he'll be the default person to say grace before we eat.
He's expected to have a copy of the Bible within arm's reach 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
If he hits his thumb with a hammer while working on a project, he can only swear under his breath (then immediately ask for forgiveness).
When somebody has a prayer emergency, he's obligated to step in.
When somebody can't remember a certain scripture verse, he's supposed to know it.
He automatically qualifies for a discount at Luby's*.
No more beer in the fridge at his house.
Every other phrase out of his mouth has to be "Amen, brother!"
I'm just having fun, and don't mean to make light of my friend's calling and response to that call. Whatever God calls you to do, I hope you listen. If your line is busy, be sure He'll try again.
*Luby's is a family, buffet-style restaurant chain. Its locations fill up quickly after Sunday church services, because everybody's in a hurry to get there before it fills up.
I'm glad to hear the work situation has eased up - and hope it continues till the year is completed.
And Kudos to your friend. I'm guessing that's not an easy calling to follow.
No beer?
My first instinct was to write "I could never do that!" But, as you said, sometimes God calls us to do things we never thought we'd do. Good for your friend!
Do pastors really get a discount at Luby's??
ya just crack me up. Though ya should have added * He is now obligated to know every word in every hymn ever sang, and if he was unable to carry a tune prior must now be able to.
Work is aptly named, huh.
I feel for Mrs. T-Bone, and totally commiserate.