I didn’t like my new boss much. On my first day he had me scraping tar off the inside walls of his truck, ten hours in a hot, enclosed space breathing in noxious odors. The second day he blasted “beer farts” all the way to Skokie and back, and I had to sit next to him pretending not to be disgusted. On Wednesday I jumped in the truck and nearly passed out from the toxic chemical smell that greeted me.
“It’s heavy duty paint we got back there,” he explained. “Heavy. Duty.” He narrowed his eyes. “As in, not legal in some states. If you know what I mean.” Continue reading
I was in my twenties and working yet another dead end job. You know how it is. Overworked. Overtired. Undervalued.
I simply could not believe that this was all there was to life. And then what? Death. Oblivion. So it was this and then that. Wow.
Or was there a Heaven to look forward to? Who knew? And what good was Heaven if we couldn’t count on it?
I decided it was time to demand a little more from the Deity.
I had not prayed since childhood. But that day, during my lunch break, I formulated what seemed like a reasonable request:
God, You have given me many trials and tribulations. I can make it through these. But I need to know that You exist. I just need to know.
I was surprised by the immediate response. Words resounded through my body like thunder.
YOU DON’T GET TO KNOW.