Working for "The Company"

(This allegory hit me at 4:00am this morning.)

There once was a man named Neville, who worked for a company. The company was a good company. They offered decent benefits, the comradery among the employees was pretty good, they had weekends off...just generally, a good company to work for.

Neville was very proud of his company and told lots of people about it. He told his neighbors, his barber, his mechanic and even his postman. He bragged often about the benefits his company offered. He even carried in his back pocket a pamphlet that told about the company, and he always kept several in his glove box in his car...you never know when someone might want to hear about this great company.

He had a neighbor named Willie that he had been sharing information about his company with for a few years. Willie had a good job with another company that was just as good, (and even better in some ways) as Neville’s company, but Neville really doubted that Willie’s company was a good company to work for, in fact, Neville thought Willie’s company HAD to be inferior to his.

After a lot of well-meaning pushing and prodding, Neville convinced Willie to come to his place of work for a week long Open House. Each day they shared with those interested enough to come, the various good attributes of the company. Willie was rather impressed with what he heard. Each evening as the Open House presentation ended, the moderator would extend an invitation to fill out an application to possibly become an employee. It turned out the Open House was also a Job Fair of sorts and the company, by it’s own admission, was always “looking for a few good men & women”, if they met the standards set by corporate.

At the end of the week, Willie was convinced to fill out the application and it was accepted. He was so excited! He was now going to work for The Company, which is how they referred to themselves. He was given the date of his first day and he joyfully turned in his 2 week notice to his old company. Willie’s old company never really even tried to convince him to stay, so it was an easy transition...at first.

First day on the job he was given a checklist. This wasn’t just a checklist for him to follow at work, but a checklist that he was to keep up with even at home. It told him what he should eat, what he should wear, no alcohol was to be drank, smoking was prohibited and if he did any of these things he would be put on notice. At first, Willie thought nothing of it, after all, The Company had a right to be well represented to the outside world. He was even given a name badge with The Company logo on it and was told that he should openly share and recruit people to come work for The Company. He jumped into it with gusto! He told everyone; the guy at the gas pump next to him, the garbage man, the person picking out tomatoes at the grocery, even the lady who was visiting the grave of her mother which was next to the grave of his mother.

One morning, Willie realized that he had some questions about some things on the checklist. He wasn’t exactly sure how to go about doing them. He then realized that no one had ever really put him through orientation. He was just given his checklist and left alone. He was able to keep up for a while, but with no one to mentor him he just lost his way, and within 6 months, he quit The Company. No one seemed to really care...not that they didn’t care, they just never really learned how to mentor a new comer.

Unfortunately, Willie never returned to his old company either. He just floundered for years with no real job. He would occasionally find a neat place to work for a while, but it never really felt right. Nothing really felt right anymore. The End.

The Language of Love & Respect by Emmerson Eggerichs

When I saw this book available to review as a Thomas Nelson Book Blogger Review option, I was very, very happy. Having read his book, "Love and Respect", I eagerly awaited another book from him along the same lines. This title is a re-release of "Cracking the Communication Code", and was repackaged for reasons unknown to me. I was pleased to see Eggerichs delve deeper into the intricate dynamics of the male-female relationship, specifically marriage. He uses some great anecdotal material from couples he has counseled as well some great metaphors and similes to really help you understand. One of my favorites is the use of "Blue Hearing Aids/Pink Hearing Aids" to show how we hear things differently based on our gender wiring. It gives new meaning to "he said/she said". I highly recommend this book to newly engaged couples as well as married old timers. The Biblical model of Ephesians chapter 5 is continued as the example for married couples to truly Love & Respect each other as God commanded.

Right on Time

There once was a man who decided to go swimming. He had everything he needed to swim - swimsuit to cover his nakedness, SPF 15 sunblock to protect him from burning, goggles to see clearly and, lastly, a snorkle to be able to breathe.

He made his way past the "Baywatch" lifeguards into the ocean. He began to swim over to a cove just knowing that he would see some beautiful sea life there. He thought he really had it together, but the swimsuit was ill-fitting, the goggles fogged up, the sun block wasn't waterproof and the snorkle had a crack in it. In fact, the snorkle let in too much water and he started to strangle and thrash about in the water. He thought he was a goner because he was too far away for the lifeguards to see him.

He was about to go under...his nose was, literally, the only thing above the water, when he felt a strong arm encircle his upper body and pull him above the surface. He was still sputtering and gasping as he was pulled ashore. The Man who saved him was pushing the water from his lungs and was prepared to perform mouth-to-mouth, when the man vomited the last of the salt water from his body. As he lay on the sand, heaving, he looked up into the eyes of the One who came to his rescue. He wasn't a lifeguard, but He had definitely guarded this man's life.

As the man came to the point where he could speak again, he started to brow-beat the Man who saved him..."Where were you? Why did it take you so long? What were you waiting for?", and on, and on.

The Man only smiled and said, "Your nose had not yet gone under and you're still alive...the way I see it, I was right on time."

Think about it.

The Search for God and Guinness by Stephen Mansfield

Guinness is a name that is synonymous with beer, but Stephen Mansfield shows that there is more to the famous family than just the black stout that bears their name. The founder of the world renowned brewery, Arthur Guinness, was a godly man who

truly loved his fellow man as well as a pint. He felt that brewing a stout beer was a service to his fellow man by offering

a healthy beverage, but he also believed it was a calling upon his life by God. The bane of Irish society at the time

was gin and whiskey drinking, which was tearing families apart. Most people considered beer to be the answer to 

this problem. Enter Arthur Guinness. The good that was done by Guinness for over two centuries, is recorded by Mansfield

with plenty of historical documentation. 

I was very curious about the angle of this book. I mean, I never would have thought to put God and beer in the same sentence,

let alone read an entire book about it, but here it is.  It was very interesting, and I am not even a beer drinker. My father was

a beer man and I have only recently even drank wine, but the way Mansfield presents the history of beer, going back thousands of years to Mesopotamia and then going straight to the pubs of 1700's Dublin, he gives us an interesting read. He also points out the social aspects of "having a beer" and how people have always bonded over the drink. The family history of the godly character of the Guinnesses was of great interest, especially how they cared about the brewery employees and the neighborhoods of Dublin during a time of poverty, pestilence and filth.

Personally, I have a hard time agreeing with Mansfield's idea (which was also the idea of most brewers) that beer was/is

a gift from God, a symbol of His grace. With that being said, I did enjoy the book and would recommend it to the curious Christian as well as the beer drinker who may or may not be a Christian as well. Well written, engaging and full of interesting information, especially about the clergymen who were Guinnesses. It almost made me want to go to the corner public house and down a pint.