Ecstatically Single

Well, thank You, God, for a great day at work.

But I wasn't saying this last week. Sometimes I swear I'm working at a madhouse. Been struggling so much with anger lately ... it scares me. And it'd be so easy to blow it--throw the tools necessary to my job (weighing a ton or two) across the room for someone else to catch; and among several--ahem-- "big'uns," holler, "I'm OUT of this place!"

Oh, God, please, give me Your grace. And the eyes to recognize it in its sometimes unique forms. And the sense to accept it. And the compassion to pass it on.

I read this joke last week. It's enough to scare the hell out of any Christian. Literally.

"A man was driving along, and came to an intersection just as the light turned red; so, of course, he stopped. The woman behind him was in a dreadful rush and screeched to a stop behind him. Furious, she began honking her horn, waving her finger, and yelling obscenities at him.

A police officer pulled up behind her, walked over to her car, and ordered her out. He took her to the station, questioned her, fingerprinted her, and threw her in jail overnight.

The next morning, he let her out and apologized. "I'm afraid it was a misunderstanding on my part. When I saw the "Honk if you love Jesus" bumper sticker, "Follow me to Sunday School" bumper sticker, and the Christian fish symbol, I assumed that the car was stolen."

Two responses: LOL and Yeee-OW!

Jenn