How many of us wake up in the morning with joy? How many wake up and say, “Thank you, Lord, for this new day.” How many of us wake up with anxiety or grim, defeated dread? How many wake up and say, “Damn it, I don’t want to get up.” Many alarm clocks get smacked and cursed at, I’d guess.

I’ve been a member of the second group for way, way too long. I’m working on changing membership, but I’m not there yet. Presently, I am having trouble remembering to thank God for the new day.

I’m not a morning person. In fact, for many years growing up, I was an insomniac. I finally saw a therapist about my trouble sleeping in college, when I unwillingly developed the ability to wake up at 3 a.m. and be unable to fall back asleep, even if I’d only made it to sleep four hours earlier. I’m continually surprised at my ability to get to work that early in the morning, let alone walk in a straight line and do my moderately complicated job.

With all that, it’s still difficult for me to remember to thank God for each new day. Offhand, a prayer might be along the lines of “Thank you for another day of having to deal with these idiots.” Such a prayer would be insulting to both God and my coworkers, for I know they are not idiots. They are justifiably cranky, given when they get up, and for all I know they have solid beefs with each other and with various issues. I don’t know for certain because I try to focus all my attention on my work so I don’t mess up.

I also focus because I don’t want to get caught up in gossip. I’d rather serve as a juror for a boring civil case than listen to gossip. But such cases are not as prevalent as gossip.

Leviticus 19:16 says “Do not go about spreading slander among your people. Do not do anything that endangers your neighbor’s life. I am the Lord.” Proverbs 11:13 says “A gossip betrays a confidence, but a trustworthy man keeps a secret.” If that isn’t clear enough, Proverbs 20:19 says “A gossip betrays a confidence, so avoid a man who talks too much.” My personal favorite, Proverbs 18:2, says “A fool finds no pleasure in understanding but delights in airing his own opinions.”

Those are just a few verses about gossip, and gossip is just one sub topic of speech!

The Bible, a wordy book, has much to say about words. Proverbs 18:21 – “The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit.”

One reason we talk about other people is that other people are interesting. Since they’re not you, they have things going on you don’t know about, things that might be more exciting than whatever you’re doing that day. Another reason is to spread knowledge. Since humans do many things, if we didn’t talk about each other to some extent, we would have precious little to talk about, or read. History would be unwritten; we wouldn’t learn from the past.

There’s a difference between educating a person about what a second person did, spreading good words about a person such as “What they did is so cool!” and gossiping about and belittling a person. In spreading word of deeds or words, care must be taken to not distort the truth. One of the Ten Commandments, after all, is “Thou shall not bear false witness against your neighbor” (Exodus 20). Another is “Love your neighbor as yourself.” Would you want someone gossiping about or insulting you?

In Romans, Paul writes about the sinful nature and lawlessness of humanity. “They are gossips, slanderers, God-haters, insolent, arrogant and boastful; they invent ways of doing evil; they disobey their parents; they are senseless, faithless, heartless, and ruthless. Although they know God’s righteous decree that those who do such things deserve death, they not only continue to do these very things but also approve of those who practice them” (Romans 1:29b-32).

If one of the Commandments deals with gossip, and Paul is decrying evil speech, this problem has been around for a while.

My good friend Douglas, when asked why we speak to other in such ways and gossip, answered thusly.

“I think it’s mostly a matter of the individual being self-interested, the most important thing in a person’s life is what they are facing. When they marry or have other persons with which they feel a personal closeness with, this individual becomes part of the person’s sphere of interest and concern. This is kind of like an onion with layers, not a cake, mind you. When we worry, we become fixated at one of those layers where everything outside of that is less important to the individual than what they are concerned about. At this point, other people’s concerns become drains on recourse aimed at personal interests, often distracting or bothering the worrier. Some people can recognize this behavior and take steps to moderate it so long as their level of worry has not reached a point where their level of anxiety overtakes their conscious efforts at realizing that everyone has problems, and that a kind word can do as much to help them as it helps us to receive outside support. So, when distracted or agitated, people tend to lash out at things that enter into their personal bubble.”

“The more self-interested and lacking in respect for others the subject is, the more quickly and harshly they will respond negatively to outside stimulus. Add in things like low self-esteem, brain chemistry and dragging down others to make one’s self feel better, which so seem to do, makes this messy. However, there are others who raise others up in order to make themselves feel better or just because it’s the right thing to do, and these are the heroes, so to speak. Somewhere in the middle is the rest of us.”

The Bible says we are all sinners, fallen short of the glory of God. That’s one explanation for why many of us, and perhaps all of us at one point or another, are jerks. But we don’t have to be. Heaven knows there’s incentive to improve: “A false witness will not go unpunished, and he who pours our lies will [perish] not go free” (Proverbs 19:5). “Those who guard their mouths and tongues keep themselves from calamity” (Proverbs 21:23). “The righteous will overtake the house of the wicked and bring them to ruin” (Proverbs 21:12).

We should take care of what we say. The gift of speech is a deceptive one. Its deception is that we don’t stop to think about it, the very wonder. We don’t wake up and say, “Wow, I can still talk!” No, we wake up and (sometimes) say, “Oh, I don’t want to get up.”

Philippians 4:5 – “Let your gentleness be known to all men. The Lord is at hand.” Gentleness is the opposite of stubbornness and thoughtlessness. It’s a quality embodied in Jesus Christ. Its part of the “heavenly wisdom” that comes from above (James 3:17).

‘Tis good to speak kindly of and to others, to build them up and not tear them down. Sweet words can sometimes be harder to say, but are easier on the ear and heart, both for the speaker and the listener. There will come a day when we cannot speak, and then it will be too late.


An introduction

May 2007.

I’m standing at the fountain station inside the Lawrence Steak n Shake. I’ve been standing there, about four hours a day, for the past year, after losing my earlier job as secretary for a manufacturing company without warning. My boss had simply approached me one morning, informed me there wasn’t enough work for two people, thus I was being laid off effective right then and there (although he was gracious enough to give me two weeks’ vacation pay as an apology for the lack of warning).

Working in a restaurant proved an eye-opening experience. Before, I tended to look down on fast-food employees. To my arrogant eyes, many appeared dull-witted and slovenly. I, however, was a professional, with a degree and a career and everything!

Then I got burned out on journalism (just as my dad warned). Then I quit before they could fire me. Then I started working as a secretary/office manager for the manufacturing concern. Then I got laid off. In the six years since I’d graduated from college with my sparkly degree, I was unemployed and without hope of getting back into my previous field, only now I was married, had an apartment and a family to support.

So I took the job at Steak n Shake with gratitude, and I learned a few things.

One of the first things I learned is that these people are not dull; they are tired. Food service is a tiring profession. Everything that is not unclean (in the sense of having food residue on it) is in the process of becoming unclean, so there is constant impetus to scrape, spray, wash, wipe and scrub almost every surface, device and utensil, followed by yourself. Also, there’s a fairly steady stream of orders coming in both from the dining area and drive-through, and each order needs to be dealt with pretty much as soon as it arrives, even though this is usually impossible.

So there you are, trying to cook or make shakes or drinks or take orders and deal with multiple sources of information and keep your workspace clean, all at once. To top it all off (at least during the year I worked at SnS), there’s your boss wandering around shouting “Let’s not miss this time, people!”

I learned that if you sit in drive-through at the window after you’ve gotten your food, there’s a strong chance they’ll run over on their time clock, which makes management and employees unhappy (because then management yells at them).

I realized my new coworkers were intelligent, hard-working people who in some cases had landed here, in other cases had come here because this was what they liked to do. (For the most part. Almost anywhere, there will be a person or three who is not a particularly hard worker.)

I learned that God will find you no matter where you find yourself.

So there I am, standing at the fountain counter, wearing my white shirt, red bow tie, black hat, pants and apron. Big heavy shoes guaranteed not to slip on anything. I’m sticky with shake splatter. Tired. Wanting to go home to my daughter. I’m going through the motions of making another shake…when I feel it. The Call. Like a whisper in my mind, a tap on my shoulder. A stream of holy silver starting spontaneously and running the length of me. Like a hug.

“I want you,” the little voice that wasn’t said. “Go out, spread the Word.”

My initial feeling was elation. The Call! Ministry! What a joyous occupation, what a wonderful direction!

Now what?

As the first jolt receded, I started wondering how I would go about this new path. I figured I’d go to seminary, perhaps become an ordained pastor or a hospital chaplain. Ideas on how to afford seminary did not immediately spring to mind.

I started researching seminary schools anyway. I also talked with one of my coworkers about ministry, as he was planning on going into it (and unlike me, had a plan).

As the months wore on, I began to have doubts. Was this really my calling, public ministry? I didn’t think I could. I have a low speaking voice. Other people sometimes have trouble hearing me over the phone. Also, I get nervous speaking to and in front of people, and when I get nervous, my voice gets softer and even more difficult to discern.

My coworker (the one with the plan) said a call to ministry could be anywhere, not necessarily in a church. It could be at home; it could be at work. Hmm… To me, that helped, but it didn’t fully overcome my shyness problem. I kept wondering.

At the time, I was playing in a d20 Modern game, playing a Christian evangelist elf named Lasairian Viliami. The juxtaposition was not lost on me. Here I am too afraid to speak to people about my faith in person, and I’d invented a character who couldn’t help but talk to others about God.

I’ve always loved to write. I’ve written a few very short stories, bits of fan fiction about the above-mentioned character, a volume of poetry, and taken several dozen stabs at writing a novel. One of the several reasons I went into journalism is my love of writing.

To me, my reluctance/fear didn’t indicate a career in public ministry. To me, anyway.

At the time I was playing in a role-playing game in which I had created a very outgoing Christian evangelist character. The world he lived in was fraught with danger, especially for one like him (a non-human, and a Christian to boot), but he was determined to spread the Gospel no matter what danger he found himself in as a result. I find it difficult to bring up issues of faith with family and friends.

At least, in person.

But I can write.

This blog, Forget Oneself, as in the expression to become lost in thought, shall be my writer’s journey, with writings about writing and selections of my various projects – Getting Hammered, and the fictional works small exorcisms and forget oneself. GH is a personal journal of my thoughts on faith; SE involves revenge, pain and letting go of the past; FO is one man’s explanation of how his life went off the rails, and his wish for forgiveness.

I hope you enjoy.