I remember the time many years ago when I got fired from my very good and promising job. I had called in sick which was not quite the truth. My boss called back later in the day and said I was fired. What did I do? I got dressed in my business suit and went to church. I had a vending machine God. I wanted something from God: my job back. So I went to visit the church near my office and pressed the button, like on a vending machine, “get back my job.” My pay was promises. Then I went to the office and met my boss’s boss. He said, “Terry, this is the best thing for your life.” I cried. Then I left, newly unemployed, and got drunk. So much for the vending machine God of my shallow spiritual life. I have learned, slowly, to drop the vending machine god, and pray that my God’s will be done, and I become the best person I can be. Do you have a vending machine god? Oh, and if you are looking for a blogger who has a a pristine past, you might want to delete me.
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My young son surprised me in the car the other day, he said '...when that happened I thought it was a boulder but now I think it was a stepping stone.' ❤️ Your human past, Father Ryan, is what makes a connection with you so easy and helps me pass it along. Thank you, for being you!🥰
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