Metaphorically Speaking
Metaphorically Speaking
My biz is my biz. Talked with my son recently. He said everything was free game for his
coworkers. Knee deep in hedonism
threatening to fall headlong into pig mire, their slithery tongues lick dung
and smile. Nothing private about their
private lives. Contrary to us who are
confidants, revealing little that would damage trust.
I admire my son. He stands upright in a profession that has
bent many a man. “Being one of the guys”
means dipping into the flesh pot and smoking a bowl to deaden sensitivity. He faces this every day of employment. It is his battlefield. Straining to reason with chemically addicted ones
given to selfish desires. Stick it to the man and grab for home anything
of worth they can sneak under the company’s wire. Tools gone?
Check Jimmy’s truck.
My son is no whinner. He simply tells it
as it is. His tales are not exaggerated limelight
versions just to get him the “Wow!” factor with a “Oh, I feel sorry for you.”
Ephesians 6:13 “Wherefore take unto you the
whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and
having done all, to stand.”
My concern for him as a dad calls me to
remember him as I look up. Is he
standing today? Has he given to
substance abuse like his counterparts? A
high calling he has reached for.
Eldership in overseeing requires sobriety while dizzy men about him
cannot pee straight. They fail the
chemical test while he is clean. I fear
for the temptation we both share.
Resentment gives way to bitterness. It’s easier to contract the fist after the
fingers have been bruised. Looking
out for numeral uno narrows the sights.
Hunting with a rifle concentrates the shot. Influence is constrained to a small, targeted hole. Shot gunning, however, spreads the pattern wide. BB’s fly everywhere and catch the prey in
midair. Two for one if someone is lucky.
Warfare in the trenches. We do not have to fight in Gaul historically
following a Maginot line. The enemy is
right here. He shows his face at the
time clock. Bastard children foolishly
bragging upon their exploits. So injures
our holy souls. God is not like
this. Heaven is far.
Ephesians 5:12 “For it is a shame even to speak
of those things which are done of them in secret.”
Matthew 1:19 “Then Joseph her husband, being
a just man, and not willing to make her a public example, was minded to
put her away privily.”
Hear the heart of Joseph. Surely God’s spirit was upon him. True disciples do not make a big hype about
another’s misfortunes. Drama is quenched
when we drop the curtain. Keeping
private parts covered with delicate trust marks a mature man. We do not grab the megaphone to the call embarrassment
as a shower down hammering a fallen spirit.
So I trust you today son. Metaphorically speaking. We often times describe situations without
naming names. Even meditations can drive
our heads down. He said whatever is
lovely and so on. Wrapping our brains
about we cannot control burns the grease needed to keep other gears turning. Work is best left at work. Home life is a bigger box. More torque, more output. Honey in time maximizes horsepower to the
driven shafts.
Carry on brother. A diesel Cat you are. Generation you have known for quite some
time. Maybe I will visit and enjoy your
light!
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