It is a little strange to be sitting here, in front of the computer, and finally getting the chance to type this out. For the better part of a month, I have mulled over how to approach this next bit, because it requires much thought, and more tact than I am used to employing.
In case any of you had noticed, I have not posted in awhile. Yes, life has been really busy, but I think that is because God was preparing the way for something new and challenging. I hope y’all can keep up with me on this.
A few months back, I mentioned that I was beginning a new job. This was to be a great new opportunity, with better pay and better benefits; only a five minute drive from my house. In fact, when I compared it to the job I had previous to it, I would have been a fool to pass up on the offer. Sadly, I was let go just shy of my 60 day mark.
I was not let go because of something I did. Rather, it was something someone else did. That’s right, someone else screwed the pooch, and I was made the scapegoat. It was a very humbling experience, one I won’t soon forget. It’s a good thing I don’t hold grudges.
Where I tie into the whole situation is, someone lost a portion of my paperwork. This paperwork just had to be the most important of all the paperwork that gets turned in at the end of shift. This paperwork was so important, it’s loss caused more than $150,000 worth of product to go on hold, rather than out of the loading dock and on to the consumers. Needless to say, heads had to roll for this.
Now, I know for a fact that I turned it in. How do I know? Well, because my union steward informed me of the fact as he was escorting me out. He said that one of the Quality Assurance people lost my paperwork, right after they signed off on it. In short, I was punished for someone else’s very expensive mistake.
Unfortunately, my union wasn’t able to help me. As I’d been employed for fewer than 90 days, my (now former) employer reserved the right to terminate for any reason they saw fit, without recourse. It was in the contract. Needless to say, I was very quickly up a creek without a paddle, boat or life jacket.
What’s a man to do, in a situation such as this? Well, I ultimately chose to trust in God. I know He has my back, no matter what. I’m glad I did, because He came through in the most surprising way.
Let me paint the picture for you. Here we are, slowly feeling the financial pinch that my lost job brought on; not to mention that little bit of somber reflection and depression that comes with the sudden loss of a job. I would be lying if I said I didn’t hit a little bit of a low point during that time, but that was all to change.
One Sunday, my wife and I managed to get ourselves to church. We don’t often get to go, because of work schedules, kids, etc. While there, I got to speaking with one of the other guys there. He asked about my job, and I let him in on the sordid details.
Not only did he offer me a ray of hope, he got me my new job. The new job is grueling, and leaves my hands feeling sore, swollen and inflexible. I’m working on an overnight shift, which means I don’t get to sleep next to my wife. However, this job is an absolute God-send.
Within the next year, I’ll be making more money than I’ve ever made before. Not only will I be able to pay all of my bills, take care of my family and do all the things a general lack of funds made nearly impossible for me to do, but I’ll also be able to make regular charitable donations. That’s what one must do, when handed this kind of blessing from our Lord. One must give it away, freely.
This leads me to the topic of my future works, the question of why I believe in what I believe. I make no bones about the fact that I’m an evangelical Christian, and all of the usual sociopolitical stances that come with it. I’m pro-gun, pro-life, pro-death penalty, pro-limited government, pro-Israel, anti-Islam, anti-redefinition of marriage, etc.
Up until now, I’ve gone in-depth into the reasons why I’m anti-Islam. The ultimate goal of Islam is Sharia Law, in spite of what the majority of American Muslims might insist. The only peace Islam seeks is the peace achieved when the entire world is firmly planted under the boot of Sharia. I’ve studied the Qur’an, the Ahadith, the Sira of Muhammad and Sharia. I know what all of it says about the treatment of infidels, and I don’t want that for my children. Ever.
But, what of my other stances? Well, I think it’s time to delve into more of that, in the hopes that I might be able to 1)Foster understanding between people on both sides of the aisle, 2) help bring God to a few people and 3) cause people to maybe sit back and think hard about their own core beliefs. We shall see what the future brings.
At this time, I’ll leave with this. Over the course of the foreseeable future, I’m going to say things that will make people angry. I will offend people, upset people, maybe even trigger people. Know this, I don’t care who I make angry. My job here is to speak Truth, not “truths”, to strike a match in the darkness and bring people to an awareness of the prison that they all currently live in.
Of the great many things I’ve learned in life, I’ve learned that the opposite of Love isn’t Hate. Contrary to popular belief, hatred hasn’t a single thing to do with love. It isn’t even it’s opposite. Hatred is an emotion born from fear, fed by ignorance and encouraged by stupidity.
What then is the opposite of Love? That would be Indifference. To be indifferent to something means that you don’t even consider it worth the effort it takes to feel anything regarding it. It’s simply non-existent to you, a blip.
My primary reason for speaking out the way I do has everything to do with Love, even if my words at times seem rather harsh. The best analogy I can come up with is the relationship I have with my children. I love them more than words can express. If it were required of me, I would gladly sacrifice my life for theirs. I would fight for them, die for them and drive hard through life for them.
However, I won’t hesitate to let them know when what they’re doing is wrong. I won’t hesitate for one second to let them know that they’ve fallen short of the standards my wife and I have set for them. Why? Because I love them so much, I want to see them succeed in life.
So, as you’re reading this, and the posts yet to come, understand that the things I’ll say will come from a place of love, understanding and a desire to see all readers succeed in one way or another, just as my Lord and Savior did for me. Though He could have shrugged off His restraints, healed His own wounds and walked away, He chose to stay the course and die for me…and you. Can I do less than follow His example?