The day Love came to town
I’m not a great fighter. Not even righteous anger feels comfortable due to past experiences. So I love a person, then another and so on … with God leading the way.
I’ve worked several jobs. A CNA, a cashier, A CPS, a PCA, a baker and a factory worker are among some of the positions I’ve held.
My last position was beautiful. I found two lovely Christian women. Add myself we were a cord of three strands…usually in agreeance and very many kindnesses. The boss, himself was Christian as was his wife. It was beautiful for a time. The boss became ill, the business started to fail and we all worked hard to pick up the slack and save the pieces…even in lieu of wages at times.
It could not be saved.
Another woman bought the establishment.
She seemed offended at my presence and felt my attitude was inappropriate.
She was not a Christian and had values unmistakably atheist…though I never inquired.
I played music on my phone when alone in the kitchen and had a Jesus bumper sticker on my car.
I was targeted for several things. My age, my weight, my ability. But the last straw was my faith. I played music one day when the store was closed.
A few days later, a sarcastic statement was set before me that made my blood run cold. “I have to play my gospel music today so I don’t go to hell”.
I was appalled and shocked. Then I realized the words were of a non-believer and I prayed. A couple of weeks later, God told me to quit.
My next position is again PCA. My charges are from a city which lacks love, highly atheistic, largely prestige oriented. My bumper sticker and I have come to town. “Jonna” appleseed spreading the word…one verse at a time.
Oh, and the clincher…my former boss lives here. Hmmmm……