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Labels: ponderings
Allow me to explain.
I wash windows for a living. One of the accounts I do every month is a hair salon located near Altamonte Springs. I wash the windows on the storefront and I come inside to wash all of their mirrors. The hair stylists and the clientele are all older women, for the most part. Every time I work in there, it seems that someone always has some kind of remark to make about the work I'm doing. These comments fall, almost universally, into one of two categories. Either, (1) you would think that I was there performing brain surgery by the way these women are just in awe of my ability ("No, really ma'am, this isn't as hard as it looks." -me), or (2) you would think they had earned their doctorate in window cleaning by the way they can critique my work and point out the various things I could be doing better ("Yes ma'am, of course Windex and newspapers would do a better job, but I only do this for a living." -me).
On the other hand, one time I overheard a very nice old lady ask her stylist: "Do you think that young man would mind if I pointed out to him that he missed a spot?" Of course, I want my customers to be happy with the quality of my work, so if I miss something I'm happy to have someone point it out to me. I thought it was nice that this woman was considerate about it though. It also occured to me that she may have been aprehensive, because some young guys wouldn't take kindly to being called on the carpet, and may take up a retalitory attitude. That makes me sad.
-Your Friendly Neighborhood Window-Washer
Labels: humor, ponderings, work
Labels: ponderings
I have an odd habit of making comparisons between Star Wars and real life, especially to our worship of Jehovah. The reason for this is that Star Wars is an epic story of Good versus Evil, which reflects in many ways the true life conflict between Jehovah and Satan.
So, today I was thinking about Luke Skywalker and Han Solo in Episode IV and I was pondering, which one of them am I more like in my service to Jehovah.
When it came time for the Rebels to attack the Death Star at the climax of that movie, Han was ready to hightail it out of there. He recognized that this mission was practically suicide. He had been paid for his earlier heroics, and he had no desire to stick around and get killed. Luke, on the other hand, knew just as well as Han that this mission could likely kill him, and he wasn’t getting paid for it, but he still signed on without hesitation. He felt a moral compulsion to stand up for what was right and fight on the side of Good. He knew he might very well die if he took this mission, but he also knew he couldn’t live with himself if he walked away.
So, as Christians, are we more like Han or Luke? Do we serve Jehovah when the blessings are immediate and obvious, but run for the hills when faced with a real test? Or do we stick to Jehovah come-what-may, because we know that we couldn’t live with ourselves if we stopped serving Jehovah? Hopefully, all of us our more like Luke. However, the reassuring thing is that, in the end, Han came around and pulled through when Luke needed him the most. We can always adjust our attitude where needed as long as we see the need for that adjustment before the Death Star fires its super weapon.
Labels: ponderings, star wars, theocratic activities






