I checked my blog stats today, and my readership dropped to 6 for one day this week. Thanks for humbling me. Apparently my readers were all over at Tony C Today' blog looking for a chuckle... he's a funny guy, and looks great in tutu-- well for a guy.
I have been musing over my job loss, thinking about all the stuff that I need to do, and it occurred to me. I am not in control today either. Nope, I can't get any one to call me back about a job. I tried to answer a call from an application that I submitted, and the cell went dead. So, I called them back on my home phone which also went dead. So, I went to get a haircut and now I am itching physically and emotionally too. Oh well, nothing a clay pot can solve.
I left my debit card at McDonalds. I knew I should haven't eaten there-- doubtful any of that stuff meets the Levitical dietary laws.
So, here I am meditating on the how God takes care of the sparrows and the lilies. But they live outdoors, and I was hoping that I didn't have to. My wife hates camping, and my daughter hates bugs. Me, I like warm showers. Well if God will take care of me like a lily, then I should probably live somewhere that a lily can survive... like Florida or the US Virgin Islands. I can see myself living on the beach. And the last time I was there I found a few vacation drunks who managed to sleep out overnight; hit the Caribbean for a quick swim, and look presentable for brunch. I am thinking this is where God is leading me.
That said, because God is leading me to do little or nothing on a tropical island -- like Paul and John -- well Paul took care of the snake in the fire and John wrote Revelations-- I am going to need the support of my readers. You can make checks out to me, or my wife, she gets them all anyway.
I am believing this to be a great ministry. I can preach the gospel to folks on vacation, wardrobe costs will be low-- we're talking shorts, flip-flops and a teal t-shirt silk screen with "HEY MON" on the front. The modern day Jesus would be similar. We can pick citrus and avocados off the trees, eat coconuts and praise God for the great weather. Are you with me?
And while I am out there basking in the sunshine, you can pray for me-- I burn easily. But this is a mission, a sacrifice for Jesus-- a chance for souls... well mine anyway. Can I get an amen!
You know I was thinking, a God who gets the church loaded for their debut (Acts 2), I can handle that. You know the new-agers don't have anything like this... well demon rum, but that makes you sick-- trust me on this one. Each morning we'll get up like 11:59 AM and grab a quick swim, and get loaded on the Holy Ghost. We'll sit on the beach laughing and talking about the amazing things God is doing in this wonderful ministry!
Finally, after all these years or trying, I am giving up, and doing it His way-- the new man is going tropical, because that way it will be easier to be a lily or sparrow. And God can concentrate on those I leave behind in New England.
Or I could get a grip, and go to the interview at 10 tomorrow morning, and get a real job. I wonder what God is saying?