Moment of Joy #18: The Whole Truth


Have you ever heard only one side of a story and made a presumption based upon that?  Or, how about this scenario: You’re in a store and you see a mother and her child, both unkempt and a little dirty, and you immediately decide that she’s an awful mother.  What about this one–a man comes to your door selling something.  You want nothing to do with him because you don’t know if he’s trying to con you, so you send him on his way.

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m guilty of all of the above.  I’ve decided someone’s guilt or innocence based upon one side of a story, simply because the person telling the story was a friend.  I’ve judged people on their appearance.  I’ve not given people the opportunity to earn my trust.  And do you know something?  That kind of attitude really stinks.

This morning I read a little story on facebook (and, therefore, do not know who to credit) which puts the jumping-to-conclusions attitude into perspective.

The story reads that a dog was so faithful that its owner could leave her baby with it and go out to attend other matters. She always returned to find the child soundly asleep with the dog faithfully watching over him. One day something tragic happened.

The woman as usual, left the baby in the care of this faithful dog and went outside to weed her garden. When she returned, she discovered a horrifying scene. The baby’s crib was dismantled, his diapers and clothes torn to shreds with blood stains all over the bedroom where she left the child and the dog. Shocked, the woman wailed as she began looking for the baby.

All of a sudden, she saw the faithful dog emerging from under the broken crib. It was covered with blood and licking it’s mouth as if it had just finished a delicious meal.

The woman flew into a rage and assumed that the dog had devoured her baby. Without much thought she beat the dog to death.  She then continued searching for the”remains” of her child, but beheld another scene.

On the floor on the other side of the room was the baby who, although lying bare on the floor, was safe and asleep.  Relieved but confused, she continued to search around the room.  Under the broken crib she found the body of a large snake, torn to pieces.  A fierce battle between the snake and the dog had resulted in her baby’s life being saved.  Reality dawned on the woman who now began to understand what took place in her absence. The dog fought to protect the baby from the ravenous snake. It was too late for her now to make amends because, in her impatience and anger, she had killed the faithful dog.

How often have we misjudged people and torn them to shreds with harsh words and deeds before we have had time to evaluate the situation?  How often have we only looked at one side of an issue without examining all of the facts?  How often do we see a stranger and judge them solely upon our initial reaction to their appearance?

One could almost call for another commandment:  Thou Shalt Not Presume.  Presuming is easy because we can decide things our way without taking the trouble to find out exactly what the situation really is.  It’s the lazy way out.  But…in taking more time at the store, I might have seen the mom walk out to the parking lot and place her child in a seat on the back of her bicycle.  Had I listened to the man at my door, I might have understood that he was selling things door-to-door because he had lost his job.  Had the woman checked the whole room before reacting in anger, she would not have killed the dog.  Seeing more than one side of an issue and engaging in a little patience can drastically reduce mistakes both large and small.

Are you misjudging anyone?  Take time to get the whole truth.

 

 

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Moment of Joy #17: Companies Who Stand Up to Obamacare


I recently read a blistering blog about the “bigoted” companies who dare to oppose the Obamacare mandate of contraception coverage.  I won’t mention the author’s name nor will I give her blog address because, well, she doesn’t deserve the traffic.  She advised her readers to “stay far away” from a list of 18 companies, believing that her readership might actually patronize these companies.  So I’m turning the tables and asking my readers to express support for these fine establishments in any way possible.

But before I copy the list right out of her misguided article and paste them here for you, I wanted to bring to your attention the amazing stupidity that the blogger displays in her piece. For example, let’s look at her opening line.  She says, “When conservative blowhards argue that women should pay for their own [expletive] contraception, they really mean women should pay for their own sluttish decisions; religious right talking heads never tire of asking why employers should subsidize sinful lifestyles. But here’s the real question: why should women bear the cost of their employers’ noxious moral beliefs?”

What a complete joke.  Let’s get something straight.  When I argue that a woman should pay for her own contraception, I really mean just that.  Who she sleeps with or how often is not my concern.  I have my own sins to worry about; I don’t have time to worry about the sins of hundreds of thousands of other people!  That’s their own business.  It’s also their own business to pay for it.  Why is this concept so difficult for liberals?  The “real question” is: why don’t women who don’t like their employers’ “noxious” beliefs simply find new employers? If women like this blogger are so adamant about the government staying out of their private parts, why do they keep insisting that the government (read: taxpayers) pay for the resulting activities of said private parts?

Another line from the blog reads, “Here are the 18 for-profit companies that are challenging Obamacare’s contraceptive coverage provision on the basis of their precious religious freedom, yet expect the women who work for them to pay the costs of a creed they don’t support.”

Really? The blogger is indignant towards companies who have a religious moral conviction and want to maintain their rights as private business owners to their own religious freedom, but a woman who voluntarily takes a job with them, and to whom they provide a paycheck and benefits, is basically a heroine for snarling that she doesn’t agree with their “creed.”  So typical of so many liberals–outraged that someone might have a different opinion. Hey ladies, how about you just find a new employer?  No one is forcing you to work for these companies.  If you don’t like their “creed” then put on those boots that are made for walking and trot on over to an employer who has a “creed” you do support.  It’s America.  You have the freedom to do that.

The blogger goes on to say that most employers are “…required to provide their employees with contraceptive coverage benefits, which is awesome for workers but distasteful for bosses who would prefer to limit their employees’ access to reproductive health.”

My dear, no one is limiting access to anything.  Any woman can march right into any Walmart, Target, Walgreens, etc., and buy herself some “reproductive health.”   Packs and packs of it.  These companies aren’t stopping her.  So here’s my idea:  If you want contraceptives, go buy them.  If you don’t like the price, start harassing the manufacturers–the wealthy drug corporations–instead of people who are providing jobs.  Or how about this novel idea: don’t work for any of the 18 companies on the list below whose benefits plans exclude contraceptives, sterilizations and abortion-inducing drugs.  Problem solved!

So here is the list of companies which the blogger will boycott (as if she had a thriving relationship with them before) and I hope my readers will patronize these bastions of religious freedom with their business, encourage them in their fight, and give them their prayer support.

1. Tyndale House - An Illinois publishing company focusing on Christian books.

2. Freshway Foods and Freshway Logistics – Ohio-based produce companies.  They have signs in their stores which state, “It’s not a choice, it’s a child.” Wow.  A company’s ownership has an opinion based on faith and runs a business the way they see fit, not to mention provides jobs so families can eat and clothe themselves.

3. Conestoga Wood Specialties Corporation – Pennsylvania-based cabinet manufacturer run by Mennonites.  They have nearly 1,000 employees, providing jobs and livelihoods.

4. Weingartz Supply Company – Michigan-based company which sells outdoor power equipment.  Catholic owner.

5. Autocam Corporation – Michigan-based transportation/medical equipment company.

6. Domino’s Farms – Michigan-based property management company, with ownership held by the same guy who started Domino’s Pizza.  He’s against some forms of contraception, to which the blogger says, “Oh, go [expletive] yourself and your overly saucy pizza.”  Hmm, quite a compelling argument…not.

7. Infrastructure Alternatives, Inc. – Michigan-based contractor dealing with environmental dredging/water treatment, etc.

8. Korte & Luitjohan Contractors, Inc. – Illinois-based construction company with Catholic owners, who “wish to conduct business in a manner that does not violate their religious faith.”  The blogger says, “Awww, they make prioritizing your own beliefs over dozens of people who work for you sound so polite.”  Yes, dozens of people who work for them by choice.  They are welcome to work elsewhere.

9. Triune Health Group – Illinois-based company helping injured workers get back to the workforce.  They recently won an award for being exceptionally woman-friendly.

10. Grote Industries – Indiana manufacturer of car safety systems.  They do not want to cover abortifacient drugs, contraception or sterilization.

11. Tonn and Black Construction, LLC – Indiana construction company.

12. O’Brien Industrial Holdings – Missouri-based company that processes ceramic materials.

13. American Pulverizer Company – Missouri-based business that deals in scrap metal recycling.  The blogger is furious that they care about “hypothetical embryonic lives” more than they care about their 150 employees.  Dear, naïve blogger, do you see the difference between destroying the life of an embryo and making an adult pay for something at a drug store?  I suppose you don’t.

14. Annex Medical Inc. – Medical device company in Minnesota.

15. Sharpe Holdings, Inc. – Missouri company involved in dairy farming.

16. Sioux Chief MFG. Co, Inc. – Missouri plumbing company with 370 employees.

17. Hercules Industries, Inc. – Colorado company in HVAC (Heating, Ventilation, and Air Conditioning).

18. Hobby Lobby – Oklahoma-based crafts chain.  You might have heard of them.

~Paraphrased from an article by Chicks on the Right.
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Moment of Joy #16: Living in an Amish Paradise


As I sit by my coal stove I see fluffy flakes drifting down past my windows.  Every now and then an Amish buggy passes the house.  My youngest daughter once quipped how fun it would be to be Amish.

She has no idea.

We live in a town that is approximately fifty percent Amish, by the census bureau’s population chart.  We shop at a number of Amish businesses and we have gotten to know a few to the point at which we can call each other on the street by name and stop for a chat.

What does my daughter see that is so endearing that she thinks being Amish would be fun?  She sees white-sided houses with enormous gardens; clotheslines sporting fabric in hues of green, blue, and white; small children running barefoot in their yards wearing miniature versions of their parents’ garb complete with bonnets and straw hats.  She sees the one-room schoolhouse with a fireplace.  She sees a house so clean you could eat off of the floor, oil lanterns hanging from the ceilings, and colorful hand-made quilts on every bed.  Indeed, their lifestyle appears idyllic.

What she doesn’t see: electricity and running water.  Call me shallow, but I am extremely grateful for a flush toilet inside in place of an outhouse or chamber pot.  The same goes for a hot shower, incandescent light bulbs, ceiling fans, and cars.  Of course, during Hurricane Sandy, they could smirk and say, “Sorry to hear your power is out.”

Authors such as Wanda Lewis and Beverly Brunstetter perpetuate the public view of the “plain people” as a lifestyle for which to long, one which eschews all things modern.  They way they write, the Amish are to be placed on a pedestal, holier than anyone else in America.   This isn’t entirely accurate as I’ve seen Amish men with cell phones, charging them up at the local restaurant while they indulge in a cup of coffee, pie and a wad of chaw.  When the Amish taxi is parked in front of the liquor store, I have to wonder.   I’ve also chuckled at the teens enjoying Rumspringa.  Imagine an Amish buggy plastered with bumper stickers, fuzzy dice hanging inside, and Brittney Spears blaring from the boom box.  The teens take photos of each other with their cell phones and digital cameras while taking deep drags on a Marlboro.  Yes, it’s for real.

These folks do possess many qualities which the world at large is sorely lacking.  They take care of their elderly not by placing them in a nursing home but by building onto their own homes and providing family care.  They help one another with huge building projects.  They don’t know the meaning of the term “day care.”  They forgive the worst of offenses because, well, that’s what Jesus did.

Setting aside the idea of the Amish paradise, I can say these people are just like you and me.  They love their kids, work hard, take pride in their homes.  They have addictions they’d like to break.  They have bills to pay and they like it when friends come to visit.  They’re no better and no worse because of what they do or don’t have.  And I’ve come to the conclusion that if the power grid were to go down for an extended period, the worst loss for the Amish would be their cell phone service.

Last fall as I was driving home, I saw a young Amish woman walking.  She was at least 8 miles from the nearest Amish compound.  I put my window down and offered her a lift, and she gratefully accepted.  As she explained to me where I could drop her off, she pulled a cell phone from her purse and began to text.  I asked her about it and she said she was letting her mom know that she’d be home two hours earlier than expected.  Apparently a few modern conveniences aren’t just for Rumspringa anymore.

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Moment of Joy #15: The “To Do” List


 

The To Do list.  You’ve seen all versions of this list–hanging from the fridge by a magnet, an eye-catching long and skinny tablet.  To Do lists have even become high-tech apps, audibly reminding you as you pull out of the parking lot after work that, “You need to buy diapers on the way home.”

Well, none of those are right for me. I carry a college-lined notebook in my purse and I’ve filled page after page with things that must be done.  If it’s something that must be done immediately, I underline, box, or circle the entry.

So far, I don’t need to write in the things that are daily occurrences like taking the kids to sports practice or brushing my teeth.  Those events are such a part of daily life they are done automatically.  The entries in my current list include such items as “Pick up scholarship forms from the high school,” and “Call the vet about shots for the cat.”

Invariably I remember something I need to do at the most inconvenient time.  During church I remembered I need to send a get well card to a friend.  Notebook was handy, so I wrote it down.  Driving to visit my folks I remembered I need to call someone about hauling away our dead washing machine.  Notebook was handy, but I was driving.  No worries–at the first stop light, I wrote it down!

The time I seem to do the most thinking about what needs to be done is in those five between when my head hits the pillow and when I fall asleep.  Woe is me if there isn’t a pad of paper and a pencil on my night stand.  My husband has learned to stay asleep through repeated “lights on, lights off” incidents.

The most satisfaction I get from that To Do notebook is drawing a line through an entry.  It’s done!  Woohoo!  Things like “Buy toilet paper TODAY!” and “Finish writing deadline” are scratched off and I have that feeling of accomplishment.  Until the next time we run out of TP anyway.  And looking back through pages and pages of To Dos which turned into done gives me a warm  and fuzzy feeling inside.

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Moment of Joy #14: Letting Go & Loving Again


I wrote the last post (A Parable) quite a few months ago.  At that time, I was still reeling from what Christians can sometimes be so good at doing:  shooting their wounded.

The players in that drama will never know the full destructive force of one Christian bearing false witness against another.  Why?  Because they have chosen to not see, not listen, and not move forward.  This is where our roads diverge.

I’ve forgiven and moved forward.  Releasing the seeds of bitterness before they grew out of control can only be attributed to the working of the Holy Spirit in my heart.  I had the luxury (the most appropriate word, really) of watching someone else refuse to let go and move forward.  Over a period of years his anger increased, his bitterness changed him.  Not for the better.  The luxury was that I learned a valuable lesson as a witness before I was thrust into the role of participant.

I forgave months ago.  Today, I finally felt release.  Release to post the parable, release that it has left my laptop, release to allow others to read what might be an encouragement.  We’ve all experienced times when we’ve felt betrayed, used, abused.  It’s good to know when we aren’t alone and even better to know someone who isn’t permanently damaged by the experience.

I was speaking with a dear friend recently about how I approach new friendships.  I told her I’m cautious.  The desire for friendship is there, but thanks to past experiences, I take my time.  I wish I didn’t have the cynicism that has come from experience, but it’s there, quietly bubbling, reminding me to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself lest I find myself in the midst of yet another betrayal.  You see, while it is possible to forgive (as I have done), it is impossible to forget.  I don’t dwell in the past, but I must learn from it or I am doomed to repeat it.  I’ve heard that somewhere before…

The good friends I have are truly a blessing.  I hope to make more good friends in the future, but for now, I’ll be taking things slowly.

 

“My beloved friends, let us continue to love each other since love comes from God. Everyone who loves is born of God and experiences a relationship with God. The person who refuses to love doesn’t know the first thing about God, because God is love—so you can’t know him if you don’t love. This is how God showed his love for us: God sent his only Son into the world so we might live through him. This is the kind of love we are talking about—not that we once upon a time loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to clear away our sins and the damage they’ve done to our relationship with God. My dear, dear friends, if God loved us like this, we certainly ought to love each other. No one has seen God, ever. But if we love one another, God dwells deeply within us, and his love becomes complete in us—perfect love!”  1 John 4:7-12 (The Message~a Bible Paraphrase)

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A Parable


Once, there were four men, all working for the same company.  All four began with good intentions, and a desire to serve their boss.  Each had distinctly different histories.

The first worker grew up in terrible conditions and suffered from addictions.  Once those pieces of the past were overcome, he became a diligent worker, staying in the same job for more than a quarter of a century.

The second worker grew up with a passion for knowledge and attended an ivy league school.  His dedication to his work and consistency in furthering his knowledge base allowed him to be placed on assignment by his boss, away from the company, but still beholden to it, charged with overseeing the training of new workers.

Worker number three grew up simply, without much conflict, and enjoyed pleasing those around him, maintaining a sense of peace.  His co-workers liked him so much, they voted him into a position of authority over them; the boss approved.

The fourth worker was called to work for the company at a young age, but decided to pursue another career for a time.  Eventually, the company called again and he committed himself to the new task at hand.

 

As a new employee, the fourth worker provided the company with his past experience, which was extensive.  In his first interview with the boss and the board, they told him that most new employees have to undergo many years of study before taking on the full responsibilities of the job.  But, they also told him, with his education and experience, he would receive the full responsibilities of an employee in two years.  This was reiterated to him by his mentor, worker number one, who was charged with taking him under his wing in the local branch office.

Time progressed and worker number four completed all that was asked of him.  His mentor asked him to begin leading others, as leadership was to be a part of his education.  The worker knew he had completed what was required, and sent correspondence to the second worker, the man overseeing his training.  Unfortunately, the man was often too busy to respond, leaving worker number four in confusion as to his position and future with the company.

More time passed.  Too much time.  Four years, to be exact.  When worker number four complained to his mentor that he was receiving no response from worker number two, he was told by his mentor to be patient.  Worker number four reminded his mentor of the two-year-plan, but was given no answer for the delay.

The mentor began to notice how well worker number four was doing in his duties.  He had a strong vision for the future, yet the vision confused him.  Worker number four said he saw his future with the company as one in a supporting role.  More of a vice president than a CEO.  The mentor didn’t understand the concept of someone not wanting to be the man in charge.

Besides that, worker number four was up on all of the latest technology.  While worker number four used his iPad for presentations, worker number one still used note cards.  Once, when worker number one was called away unexpectedly, worker number four had to give a presentation on a moment’s notice in his mentor’s place.  As people exited the presentation, their praise of the words, the method, and the spirit in which the presentation was given did not go unnoticed by worker number one’s closest advisors.

The advisors of worker number one held their position in the company as tightly as a drowning man to a life-preserver.  Gossiping, threatening, and bullying were their most effective tactics.  Worker number four had previously brought the divisive methods of the advisors to his mentor’s attention, yet his concern was swept away with the wave of a hand.

Worker number one began to resent the accolades given to worker number four, so he wrote a letter to workers two and three.  Together, they agreed to word a statement that was vague enough to allow them to look good, yet strong enough to make worker number four look bad.  The first three workers effectively removed worker four from his leadership role.  Their letter said that worker four lacked the wisdom and maturity necessary to lead in the company.  They even sent a copy of the letter to the boss.

Worker number four was stunned.  Only months earlier he was presented in front of the board of the company and granted a license to give presentations.  He had even been told by his mentor, “I trust you.  You don’t have to ask my permission to do things around this branch office.”  Stranger still, he had been awaiting his certificate which granted him permission to make the presentations since May.  It arrived in his mail six months later, the day after the letter from the other three workers telling him he was no longer allowed to give presentations.  To top it all off, he was told in the letter, “If you have any further questions, please speak to your mentor.”  He had no recourse, and was not allowed to appeal to a higher authority.

He had no hearing.  He had no opportunity to refute what was said against him.  His fate had been decided by three men, friends for decades, based upon the complaints of worker number one.  And worker number four had no idea what those complaints were.

Until the following week.

A four-page letter arrived in the mail from worker number one.  Cloaked in the guise of concern and caring, yet dripping with vitriol and lies, the words of worker number one caused worker number four to question the sanity of the man he once called ‘mentor.‘

Worker number four now fully understood the intentions of his mentor were not to assist him in his journey, but to destroy his reputation and character in front of anyone who would have any say in his company standing.

Worker number four wrote his own letter responding to each charge leveled against him.  He sent copies to workers one, two, and three, as well as to the boss, to everyone on the company board, and everyone on the local board.  He walked out the front door of the local branch office and never looked back.

It seemed as though worker number one and his advisors had won.  They had deeply damaged worker number four’s trust and respect for anyone from the company. His parting words in his response letter began to arrive on the desks of the other workers and the boss.  Suddenly, those who were always too busy to respond to his questions over the past years wanted to talk to him.  They began to backtrack, attempting to smooth things over.  After all, worker number four was a really good worker and they didn’t want to lose him.

“We didn’t mean it as a punishment,” they said.

“You removal from making presentations had nothing to do with worker number one’s letter,” they said.

“We had always planned on giving you a new mentor at this stage,” they said.

Sadly, there was no contact whatsoever from the boss of the company.

Worker number four took in their words with the proverbial grain of salt and reserved judgement.  “Okay, I’m listening.  Where do we go from here?”

 

Worker number two became worker number four’s new mentor.  He asked worker number four to read a couple of books, do a couple of reports, and meet with him.  Worker number two spoke of the angry letters he’d received from worker number one’s closest advisors, all hateful toward worker number four.  He said he was between a rock and a hard place.

Deciding between truth versus loyalty to a longtime friend is indeed a difficult place to be.

A few months passed and worker number four was brought, once again, before the company board.  Ever the peacemaker and wanting to clear the air, worker number three asked worker number four if the whole messy business of the letters and his former mentor were put behind him, water under the bridge.  Worker number four agreed that is was over.  Done.  He expressed intentions to move forward with the company in a new branch office and with the new mentor.

Worker number three asked, “Then why are there still angry letters being sent?  I’ve been told one was recently sent.”

Worker number four was dumbfounded.  He had not written any angry letters.  Neither had anyone in his family.  His final correspondence with anyone had taken place in his response to worker number one’s accusations many months earlier.

“Well, you’ll have to take that up with your wife,” said worker number three.  “Let’s adjourn for lunch.”

Worker number four was astounded.  “You just made an accusation, sir.  You’d better back it up with evidence.”

“No, take it up with your wife, young man.  Meeting adjourned.”

Worker number four indeed asked his wife if she knew of any angry letters since his resignation from the local branch five months earlier.  Shocked at the accusation, she honestly told him that, no, she had not sent anything.  November, the date of his resignation, was the last correspondence she had had with anyone regarding the company.

Worker number four e-mailed worker number two, asking for evidence of the accusations made in front of the company board.  More than a week passed as they waited for a response.  The response, which was sent from worker number two, contained an apology from worker number three.  The ‘angry letter’ in question was actually old news, being dated eight months prior.  Worker number one and one of his advisors had unearthed what they hoped would be seen as damning evidence against worker number four.  In reality, the letter was nothing more than friendly correspondence, expressing some concerns, but still positive toward the company and it’s leadership.  Worker number three apologized for smearing the names of worker number four and his wife.  Part of his e-mail read,

“Someone had come forward with old news, I understood it was new news until I was given a copy and realized the error in the timing. It reminds me of the tendency this kind of thing has to take on a life of it’s own, the damage it does long after the controversy is no longer an issue. The hard work required on the part of everyone to put these things away, especially when the ghosts of the past keep coming up. There is no way to avoid continuing to deal with it for a person who wants to be clean.  I will need to move more thoughtfully in the future, I’m sorry for the oversight. We learn more in our failures than we ever do in our successes.”

So, worker number three’s accusation was based solely on the word of another; he had not seen the evidence prior to bringing it up in the meeting.

Worker number four requested that this apology also be sent to everyone who had been present at the meeting when worker number three brought up the accusation.  Doing so, he reasoned,  was the only way to completely clear the air, not to mention the reputations of himself and his wife.

He received no response to his request.  Falling back to his previous mode of operation, worker number two got caught up in his work and did not respond to worker number four’s request that the apology be forwarded to others.  After all, it didn’t really affect his character.  In fact, to make sure the apology was forwarded would make his best friend–worker number one–look pretty bad.  He’d shelve the request for the time being.

Three months later, after the third request, a response finally arrived in worker number four’s inbox.  Worker number two wrote, “I think some of those clarifications were not communicated to the entire board simply because we got caught up in our work.  We’ll try to be sure all info is shared at the next board meeting.”

They’ll try.  The next board meeting was five months away.  Eight months will have passed since worker number four’s name, and his wife’s name, were dragged through the mud by men who are supposed to be upstanding, honest leaders–examples of integrity.  It would seem they are more concerned with maintaining the status quo than following the rule of the company founder, who is the reason their corporation exists.

What is that rule?

“Here is a simple, rule-of-thumb guide for behavior: Ask yourself what you want people to do for you, then grab the initiative and do it for them.”  This is also known as  “The Golden Rule” and it’s found in Matthew 7:12.

In this particular situation, only the man who created the corporation has the final say.

But I ask you this:  With which of these four men would you want to associate?  Which of them would you hire?  Which of them would you want in a position of leadership?  The worker who deliberately tried to destroy another worker’s job and reputation?  The worker who found difficulty in choosing honor and integrity over friendship?  The worker who jumped to conclusions and made accusations before seeing any evidence?  Or the worker who stayed the course even though his mentors and leaders failed him in every sense, especially in their poor example of leadership, those who were lacking in the wisdom and maturity necessary to lead?

I say to you, I would choose worker number four.

 

This is based upon a true story.  I’m of the suspicion that because we live in a fallen world, this story can be seen as having taken place in the lives of many.  If you see yourself as worker number four, as much and as often as is necessary, forgive.  Over and over.  I’ve had to.  I’ve had to release my disappointment in leadership over and over in prayer.  But in the words of worker number three in his apology to worker number four, “It reminds me of the tendency this kind of thing has to take on a life of it’s own, the damage it does long after the controversy is no longer an issue. The hard work required on the part of everyone to put these things away, especially when the ghosts of the past keep coming up. There is no way to avoid continuing to deal with it for a person who wants to be clean.”

I dare say that had worker number three immediately passed on his apology and clarification of events to the members of the board, then he would have made the work of putting things away, of keeping the ghosts in their graves a far easier task.  Instead, he chose to stifle his own apology, hoping the waters would calm on their own.

I don’t think the company’s founder is pleased when issues are swept under the carpet instead of being dealt with in a timely manner.

That worker number four is still a part of the company is a testament to his dedication to the work, to the company founder, and to the golden rule.  He is determined to treat others better than he has been treated.

Someday, when he meets the company founder, his reward will be great, and the founder will indeed say, “Well done, good and faithful worker.”

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Moment of Joy #13: The Hometown Country Fairs


Anyone else remember playing this game as a child at the fair? This is a shot of me, being held up by my mom, in the early 1970s. This was most likely taken at the          Wattsburg Fair.

I love a good fair.  I owe this love to my Dad and Grandfather.  Thanks to them, the fair is in my blood.

Grandpa Frank Chaffee was the Concessions Manager at the Wattsburg Erie County Fair for over 50 years.  You read that right–over 50 years.  My dad, Phil Chaffee, grew up working at the fair each summer in various capacities; he was an office boy at 12, sold gate tickets and worked as an overnight guard in his teens, and worked the Bingo stand for two years during college.  When I was very young, I remember our summer vacations often coincided with fair week, so that no matter how far away we lived, we managed to get to the fair.

In 1979 my dad retired from the US Air Force and we moved to Corry.  Suddenly I was able to attend two fairs each year–Wattsburg and Spartansburg.  Each fair had it’s own charm, something unique which drew me in.  The midway full of rides and games, barns filled with livestock, tractor pulls, live entertainment, and best of all, the food.  Who doesn’t love a funnel cake?

When I married and moved to Connecticut, my husband, Bruce, introduced me to the mother of all fairs: The Eastern States Exhibition, or, The Big E.  This fair is held in West Springfield, Massachusetts, and is the “State Fair” for all six of the New England states.  It covers 175 acres and runs for 17 days.  It has it’s own circus, a daily parade, a permanent 19th century New England village, permanent replicas of the six state houses, and over 1,000 vendors.  This is a fair on steroids.  In many ways, it was almost too much for me to take in, especially in one day.  Although it was a fun experience, I prefer the smaller, friendlier, much more personal hometown fairs.

When Bruce and I lived on Long Island, we tried to coordinate our summer vacations to be able to visit my family in northwestern Pennsylvania along with at least one of the area fairs.  We managed to make it to many Sparta Fair parades while our children were still in preschool, and moved vacation week to the Wattsburg Fair when the girls became of school age.  Then… we moved from Long Island to Spartansburg.

What a pleasure it is to live less than a mile from the fairgrounds!  Our family looks forward to fair week every year.  We all spend weeks upon weeks preparing artwork, taking photos, growing flowers and vegetables, sewing, creating jewelry, all to be entered into the variety of contests.  My three girls have taken part in the Princess and Queen pageants.  I volunteer in the floral exhibits; Bruce volunteers with the parade traffic.  Best of all, we host an annual parade picnic on our front lawn for family and friends.  In our five years of hosting this picnic, we’ve had as few as 20 guests (when it rains) and as many as 45 (when the sun is shining).  Of course we buy week-long gate passes for the whole family–what is better than spending time as a family every day at the fair?

As I write this article, my body is recovering from Spartansburg Community Fair week.  As far as diet, sleep, and daily schedule are concerned, during fair week all bets are off.  What’s for dinner? Italian sausage, burgers, fries, lemonade, pie, and taffy!  What do we do all week?  Ride the rides, play the games, pet the livestock, watch the competitions, listen to live music.  Best of all, we visit with friends, some of whom we haven’t seen since last year’s fair.

In a world in which technology moves at the speed of light, I revel in the simplicity and joy found within the country fairs.  I’m thankful for those whose dedication and hard work results in the annual event.  The rides and games may change over time, but the spirit of fun remains the same.  My kids love the fair just as much as I do, my Dad does, and my Grandpa did.  The fair is a place where good memories are made.

In my living room hangs a painting done in the 1960s by my Aunt Helen Chaffee Biehle, titled, “Wattsburg Fair at Night.”  Across the room from the painting hangs a photograph taken in 2010 by my daughter, Caitlin, titled, “Spartansburg Fair at Night.”  It seems to me that the fair might just be in her blood.

<Today’s blog is also published in the September 15, 2012 issue of the Corry Journal.>

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