- Good CompanyMy occupation is dumb, time-consuming stuff like this, present
- Target, Stream,
Google already knows something about me(their spies are everywere). This section of the Profile page is called, "A little personality." The subheading is, "Short bio." At 5'6" height, I am a "little" personality, and any bio will be a "short" bio.
Anyway, my first life is of little consequence; all I did was freeload off my folks and mess up myself and others. My second birth began a new life that struggles perpetually with vestages of the first one, but by Father-God's grace, Christ's blood and the Holy Spirit's empowering I will continue growing toward Christ-likeness.
You may ask yourself, "How does this guy have time to fool around with stuff like creating a "short bio" in Google?" Easy, I retired from Target in May '09. Yes, retirement at 63 years-of-age is a bit early. And yes, I realize I'll take a hit on my monthly SSA income. Since many years in retail took a toll on my feet, legs, back and brain, I found that I couldn't work enough to earn benefits, without physical issues forcing me to miss too much work to qualify for those vaunted benefits.
The most crucial motivation for early retirement seems coincidental with my late wife Nancy's need for full-time care. So it seems, but in God's economy there is no coincidence. Up to that point I would leave for a shift at Target with distinct misgivings about her safety. Oh yes, she had an emergency call button attached to her wrist, but if she experienced a seizure or other consciousness-robbing event, the button wouldn't get pressed.
As God took her home on November 17, 2011--and none too soon--all that just contributes to who I am today, but the river keeps flowing under the bridge.
The bio that matters began with a whimper around 1972, when a slightly dysfunctional, albeit joyful, Christian family took me under their wing with a love that was foreign to me. Over the following months I shared my pseudo-faith with them, and they shared their genuine faith with me. There was no pressure, no Four Spiritual Laws, no conditions. They just demonstrated God's love to this skeptical Cathlolic, twenty-something kid. One night I putted the fifteen miles home on my old Honda 175-twin, jumped into bed and began sobbing uncontrollably. Those loving folks had shown me a level of intimacy with God that I had never imagined, and I wanted it too. Lying there in bed, I asked God to introduce himself to me and take control of my life. And no, he didn't answer my prayer just then, but he did begin a process of rebirth that continues today.
All my other biographical info is just details, inconsequential, the ebb-and-flow of a life struggling to allow the Holy Spirit to finish maturing me; making me like Jesus.
- Hard Knocks U.present
- San Diego's Best ;-), GBC, FVCC