Friday, February 1, 2013
Think, think, think
Now, as it comes to my attention that there could be something in my rather bizarre looking past that is hamstringing my efforts, and in light of the fact that we went full blown and pulled our boys out to home school, we're trying to think outside the box. It was already tough enough, since most of my references and past work experience came from sources that more or less see my conversion to Catholicism with all the adoration that they would a pastor who ran off with a church secretary after embezzling from the congregational treasure chest. Finding out that the already limited background I can turn to is now smaller yet, the walls are beginning to close on me, and options drying out.
It's not for lollygagging or a lack of trying. One thing I can do is navigate through the application process with my eyes closed. I've filled out so many different apps I could give classes. It's just that, in our present economy and employment situations, I don't have the 100%. My resume takes a certain golly gee wiz to translate it into secular terms. And, as I've said before, I've spent seven years pounding on the gates of Canossa with the diocese and local parishes, and here I am. So it's time to think outside the box, and do so quickly.
I would hate to lose our home, as it's all we have left. But we're coming to a point where we're ready to consider any options. I mean, we're talking move to Africa if we have to. Uproot. Open a business. I don't know. I just know the cliff is inching ever closer. Some generosity from our brethren and sistren in Christ bought us a few more months, and again, our good Uncle Sam continues to do his part. But unless there is really some big position out there I've not discovered, something outside my creativity will have to happen. As bad as our incomes seemed in our ministry days, and as low as my wife's salary was given her responsibilities and position, we've come to realize there is no way in hell we'll get a job even close to that. And with homeschooling, we really both can't work anyway. So it's past manna from heaven time. That's what we've had for seven years. Against all odds, we're still here. But if that is something we will be able to say next year, we're talking burning bush directions, road to Damascus stuff. So we will continue to think and pray, and any ideas or prayers will certainly be appreciated.