1 Corinthians 10:13
Ever have one of those days where life just seems to drops it's drawers and take big dump all over you? Yeah, me too. Today as a matter of fact.
For the record, I do not get angry very easily. I get annoyed easily, but not angry. Getting angry is a waste of my time, energy and usually result in something bad.
Want to make me angry? Here are a few things you can do: #1. Be stoned or intoxicated in public, and act like an absolute jerk. #2. Do #1, but also throw in yelling and being jerk to my friends. #3. Do parts 1 & 2 and then do it to a female friend of mine. #4. Do 1 through 3 and make it multiple female friends of mine. (I'll come back to this.)
Now allow me to set the stage.
I'm nearing the end of my 2-week vacation. It's been pretty good, and I really needed it. I've been making progress on my book, and that feels really good. So I was all set to come out to the cabin and keep writing today. All I had to do was go and get my check from work...
Some genius level I.Q. higher up the corporate food chain decided to buy a robot to write the schedules for us at work. The robot would also take care of our time off requests, and any pay for those days off. That robot has yet to make one correct schedule for any department since it was installed 3 months ago. Today I went in to get my check and SURPRISE, the robot had screwed that up too.
No check for me. No managers at work who could correct that. And I have bills due in 2 days with $85 in my account. Happy, happy, joy, joy.
So now you have an idea of how I was feeling for what happened next.
I decided, "Screw it. I'm going to the cabin anyway." So I was going to buy a bag of chips and be on my way. While standing in line, a fellow about 5 feet away from me started yelling at one of my co-workers. He was drunk (At 12:30 in the afternoon) and being rude and obnoxious to her. It didn't take long for other co-worker, lady-friends of mine to come over...and naturally he was rude to them, too.
It was at that moment that I realized how much I was shaking. Trust me, that is a very bad sign if I start to shake. It means that I am getting seriously pissed off. It is usually only a few minutes, or about 2 buttons to be pushed later, that I get tunnel vision. Most of the world goes black, and all I see is a white circle with a target in it. Thankfully, this rarely ever happens, because when it does, things get truly ugly really, really fast.
I have never considered myself a "Tough-Guy" or a mean person. However, when a flash fantasy of grabbing that drunk, worthless piece of crap by his pony-tail and smashing his upper-pallet into the railing near the register 5 or 6 times popped in my head, I knew I was in a bad spot.
BTW: Like I said, I am not a tough guy or a mean person. But I am fully aware of what my wicked heart is capable of. I also know what I am very physically capable of...and I can't say that I like it very much.
If you are wise, you will take a good look into your own heart. Odds are that there is plenty you need to be aware of that should be given over to Jesus.
I was just standing there shaking more and more, and beginning to sweat while watching this pig of a man, when I squeaked out in my head, "Help me Father." It was about a split second later that I heard a voice say, "You need to go write."
And about 30 seconds later some security guys showed up.
So here I am at the cabin, instead of jail and awaiting a law suit.
Thank you, Jesus.