A Life Worth Living by Nancy Buxton

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Are You a Good Judge of Character?


TO:             Jesus, Son of Joseph

                   Woodcrafter Carpenter Shop



FROM:        Jordan Management Consultants



Dear Sir:

Thank you for submitting the resumes of the twelve men you have picked for management positions in your new organization.  All of them have now taken our battery of tests; we have not only run the results through our computer, but also arranged personal interviews for each of them with our psychologist and vocational aptitude consultant.

 It is the staff opinion that most of your nominees are lacking in background, education and vocational aptitude for the type of enterprise you are undertaking.  They do not have the team concept.  We would recommend that you continue your search for persons of experience in managerial ability and proven capability.

 Simon Peter is emotionally unstable and given to fits of temper.  Andrew has absolutely no qualities of leadership.  The two brothers, James and John, THE SONS OF Zebedee, place personal interest above company loyalty.  Thomas demonstrates a questioning attitude that would tend to undermine morale.

 We feel that is our duty to tell you that Matthew has been blacklisted by the Greater Jerusalem Better Business Bureau.  James, the son of Alphaeus, and Thaddaeus definitely have radical leanings, and they both registered a high score on the manic depressive scale.

 One of the candidates, however, shows great potential.  He is a man of ability and resourcefulness, meets people well, has a keen business mind and has contacts in high places.  He is highly motivated, ambitious and responsible.  We recommend Judas Iscariot as your controller and right-hand man.  All of the other profiles are self-explanatory.

We wish you every success in your new venture.

 Sincerely yours,

Jordan Management Consultants

I Was Thinking. . .

Yesterday I stumbled upon a “boy” who use to live in my neighborhood.  Not the neighborhood I live in now, we are way too proper to have someone like David or should I say Julianna living here. But in my old neighborhood he was just one of the kids.  This “boy” er ah “girl” is now at least 42 but I remember him as a lost child left to his own care most of the time. I have seen a taxi pull up and David would jump in with his friend David and away they would go to the movies or maybe just to get something to eat.

Here is the rub. . .he asked me if I still go to the College View Church, I said assured him I do.  Then he said, “I think I need to come over there.”  Now he did it, what am I going to do with a man who looks like a woman and dresses funky, what am I doing to do with him at my church?  We are way too Christian to have someone like Julianna sitting in the pew.  Or are we?

My question is this, will Julianna find what he is looking for at my church?  I don’t know, I’m worried.  Where does  a person like this fit into the church today?  When Jesus looks at David what does he see?  A misfit, an odd duck, a lost child, His child. I have to admit, he is more than a little odd–you can spot him a mile away with his rolled up pants, pink socks, mismatched tennis shoes, scarf around his neck and long hair.

Julianna gave me a CD to listen to and then I am to call him back and tell him what I think.  The cover on the CD says, “Freak, Freak, Freak..Out of This World.Major.Super.Mutant.  Not my kind of “music”. I hated it–do I tell him?  I have to be honest.


Spread 1 side of Ritz Cracker with peanut butter, top with another cracker.  Make 3 dozen of these.  Put wax paper or parchment paper on a cookie sheet and put cookies in freezer to chill.

Melt 1 Cup semi sweet chocolate chips and 12 oz. almond bark, use tongs and dip cookies in chocolate.

These are yummy.

That’s Just the Way I Like it!

When I was a kid my dad was the one who taught me how to cook.  In those days mothers were housewives and fathers made the living.  My mother found she was a better wife and mother if she worked outside the home.  Dad would get home first and he (we) would fix dinner. We were like to mad scientists, we would throw in a little of this and a dash of that.

I learned to make, fried potatoes, pancakes, eggs, biscuits, gravy and numerous other things that didn’t require a recipe.  Dad wasn’t much on following recipes.

When we would sit down to eat, my gravy would be as lumpy as coal and my biscuits salty or flat but my dad would always make the same comment, “that’s just the way I like it.” 

I have thought of my dad’s attitude often.  Dad was not perfect, he had a quick temper and could make most anyone feel bad by his quick angry words.  But, when it came to my cooking or really anything I did, he was my greatest cheerleader.

What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s

faults- and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences- is one of the

 most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

 And that’s my  prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good,

the bad, and the ugly parts of life and lay them at the feet of God.

All That Doesn’t Meet the Eye

I found this story in a  magazine called Grands, I love this story and it is so true.  Let’s not judge any person, no matter what they look like or how they act.

I’m really proud of my grandson, Drew.  The first thing he did when he turned 14 was get a job.  After several months of blowing his pay on CDs and junk food, he made the decision to have $35.35 out of each paycheck automatically placed in a savings account. 

When United Way made their pitch, Drew pledged an additional $20 a paycheck to United Way.

He then made it clear that he would now be responsible for getting himself to work after school, no more rides from me.  Drew’s bus drops him off a 3:45–plenty of time to walk home, put on his Publix uniform, jump on his bike and be at work by 4:30 p.m.

One afternoon, he showed up at 4:15 accompanied by his friends Zack and Shadow.

“You’re late!” I yelled. “Your uniform is upstairs.  I’ll drive you to work!”

As Drew dashed upstairs, Zack and Shadow walked across the living room slowly and sat down next to each other on the couch.  They looked solemn and stared straight at me like zombies.

Sporting a multicolored Mohawk haircut, Shadow wore solid black clothing and a lot of metal.  Zack was also dressed head to toe in black, with his dyed jet-black hair framing a pale face.  His heavy black eyeliner matched his black lacquered fingernails.

“Why are you here?” I asked them.

No answer.

“Don’t you know Drew has to go to work now?”

No answer.

About that time Drew crashed down the stairs yanking his apron over his head, and headed for the front door.

“Let’s go, I’m late!”

My eyes darted back and forth between Drew and his two friends on the couch.  Something was wrong.  Something was very wrong.  Then it dawned on me.  Drew had no eyebrows!!

My big, beautiful boy, my responsible grandson, the philanthropist, had no eyebrows.  His face was. . .bald.

“We went over to Heather’s house when we got off the bus, and she did it as a joke,” he said, hanging his head and peeping out from under. . .no eyebrows. “She told me to close my eyes, and she pretended she was putting on eyebrow pencil, but instead, she shaved them off.”

Pretty Heather, who lived in the neighborhood and had gone to school with the boys since second grade?  Heather had done this, while Drew’s friends looked on?

“I cried when I looked in the mirror,” said Drew.  He looked over quickly at Zack and Shadow.  Zack and Shadow were sitting like statues.

Shadow’s mouth quivered, “So, we shaved our eyebrows off, too,” he said.

I looked again.  It was true.  Zack and Shadow did look even stranger than usual.

It took nearly a month for Drew to grow new eyebrows. But then, it had taken me nearly a lifetime to learn the lesson: Never again will I judge teenagers simply on their appearance.

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