Please Pardon my Dust During Renovation!

Nineteen years installed behind a cheap, artificial laminate top, WestCo office desk does not a career make. That's something the potential employee is expected to tote along with him, like overstuffed tarps of cotton. And I've been hauling that tote sack full of years for nearly two decades. If you add on all the sundry careers I balanced, one atop the other, I'd be looking down the barrel of 91 years of service. I do not believe in part time pastors, only in part time pay. 

I have stood between monsters and their intended victims. I have stood in the blade sites of three handguns and one 12 gauge packed with solid shot. I have talked three back from the ledge. I have spoken to as few as three, and as many as 3,000. I have followed and I have led. I have destroyed one home, and nearly two, believing devotion required a servant to tread the days on the thin edge of perpetual sacrifice. I can make you laugh, and I can make you cry. I have more friends in heaven than earth.  

This year is my magic number: 66. I may now collect my monthly  Social Security check. That, with my church check, and a small Army pension, will allow me just enough to pay my rent, utilities, gas for my Ram, and an occasional Rosati's Pizza. 

I am content. The Bible encourages this, with; Godliness with contentment is great gain. I have no need that God has not already provided, or has laid up for me in Heaven. 

So...19 and one third years, sitting behind this raggedy old desk, doing all I can to fill common, or extraordinary needs. I've helped families of refugees settle in, and provided one man a way out of Dodge before his future became his past.

Monday, June 15, 2020 is my last day behind this old desk. It's been a good run. I was blessed to do this work. But now I must hurry to create another model of myself. We constantly evolve into the next good version of ourselves. For me, it'll be James 2.0, in 2020. I have no clue what I'll be. But I will be something. Stick around. I'll figure this out, but I have already purchased all I need for a podcast! One more thing...I intend to finish my book I've slaved over for 20 plus years. I've written it countless times.  The first, trial edition did not even have a sub-plot. What did I know? Every time I write this story the characters become more real. By this time, Albert Todd and I will meet downriver at  a nice, small Diner. Then he can tell me all he did and how he escaped every fiends dirty hands!  Hornet's Nest....coming soon to a bookstore near you.