How Many Times?

As I sit here holding an ice-pack to my throbbing head…lingering somewhere in a state between self-pity and stupidity…I question the purpose of my existence and the meaning of my life. Why is my life so difficult? What’s the reason for my suffering? Why is my job so difficult? Why is my job so dangerous? Am I getting too old to do such a physically demanding job? Why did I not rig the lift chains properly, why did I not have the correct rigging for the job? Why did I not have on my hard hat? How many times do I have to be hit in the head before God gets my attention? The glancing blow of the heavy chain hook could have just as easily struck a fatal blow. All these questions and all this soul searching is so unsettling, troubling and disquieting.

I’m starting to sound like the Israelites at “Massah” and “Meribah” the towns Moses named for their grumbling and complaining.

I must console myself with the belief that life is just a test, just a job interview…and I need to put my best foot forward…if I want to land that perfect permanent everlasting job.

So tomorrow I need to continue on my trip to the Promised Land, don my hard hat and go back to work.


Thank you, Lord, for keeping my attention.
Thank you, Lord, for putting up with my grumbling and complaining.
And please, Lord Jesus, give me the strength and courage to make it thru this job interview.

Amen.



3/5/2008