September 5: Rainy Days and Wednesdays

It has been raining most of the day.  It feels like a Wednesday.  The middle of everything.  I have two more classes to teach this week.  I have two more days to work.  Everything is dead center.  I was hoping that this week was going to go quickly, considering Monday was a holiday.  It doesn't feel like it's going quickly.

Got some good news yesterday.  My wife got a job as a teacher's aide in a local Headstart classroom.  She starts tomorrow, and the position is for a full year.  After a little bit of scrambling around (calling daycare providers, figuring out hours), we realized that everything is going to work out perfectly.  The hours for the job are 9 a.m. to 2 p.m., Monday through Friday.  My son isn't going to have to spend much time in daycare at all.  Next week, he will be in daycare every morning, but, after that, my wife will be able to get him on the bus in the morning and off the bus in the afternoon.

The fact that everything is working out so perfectly is a little frightening.  I told a friend about the whole situation, and she said, "It's all synchronicity.  Everything is working out the way it should."

Saint Marty prefers to think of it as God's grace.  Amen.

Following God's path...

August 17: Weakness, Power Reaches Perfection, Embracing the Thorn

In Paul's second letter to the Corinthians, he talks about having been given "a thorn in the flesh, an angel of Satan to beat me and keep me from getting proud."  Paul begs God on three separate occasions to take this thorn away.  Three times, God answers, "My grace is enough for you, for in weakness power reaches perfection."

We all have thorns to deal with.  My previous blog post spoke of the envy I  have of my sister- and brother-in-law's house.  That was a huge thorn for me last night.  I found myself at one point during the birthday party just sitting on a flight of stairs by myself, sulking.  It wasn't an attractive sight.  I have a lot of thorns like that, thorns that bother me on a daily basis.

I frequently feel slighted by people.  For instance, my sister asked me last week to pick up an annual discount card from a local school's football team.  This card provides all kinds of savings on groceries and gas and movie tickets.  It's a great deal.  I went out and bought her a card for ten dollars.  I went to her house last night and delivered her card.  She took it and thanked me.  That was it.  She didn't offer to reimburse me the cost.  Nothing.  In fact, she complained a little about a change in one of the offers on the card.  That's a thorn.

I am an adjunct instructor at the university.  Currently, the contract for the full-time professors is under negotiation.  The full-timers want a pay raise and better health insurance, among other things.  Very few of them have a concept of what an adjunct makes per semester, without benefits or raises.  I've been making the same small wage per class since about 2001.  That's a thorn.

My car needs about $800 in repairs, plus four new tires.  That's a thorn.

My house needs a coat of paint, according to the insurance company I just switched to.  Thorn.

I have a cold.  I still have to create my syllabus for the fall semester.  I have to clean my house this afternoon.  Thorn, thorn, thorn.  Every day, there are big and small thorns in all our lives.

It's not the thorns that are important, however.  That's what God tells Paul.  It's how we deal with the thorns.  By surrendering to the thorns, accepting them, we gain the power of faith.  God gives us grace to deal with the imperfections of this world.  And through God's grace, we achieve power over the thorns.

Saint Marty needs a lot of grace this morning.  He's going grocery shopping at Wal-Mart.

So many thorns, not enough roses