Three ministers are talking over lunch and before long find themselves
discussing how much of the weekly offering is appropriate to keep and how much
to give to the Lord.
The first minister says, "I just draw a line on the floor, put one foot on
both sides, and throw the money into the air. Whatever lands on the right side
of the line is God's and whatever lands on the left is mine."
The second minister notes that he uses a similar method, but "I use a
small coffee table when I throw the money in the air and whatever lands on the
table goes to the Lord and whatever lands on the floor is mine." They both
contemplate each other's answer and finally turn to the third minister who is
sitting there without saying anything. "Well, how do you do it?" asks
the first to the third.
"Well, I do as you both do and throw the money into the air, but I figure
whatever the Lord wants, he'll grab, and I keep whatever hits the floor."
For years at an old job, I used to on occasion have lunch
with different people, where we would discuss things about the job and enjoy a
little conversation: it was the best thing about working when you weren’t at
Since I retired, I have been lucky that I can till enjoy
their company and laugh myself silly at the same time. The guys are all retired
like I am, and we give each other a lift by meeting once in a while.
There is nothing
better than to see old friends and enjoy the days gone by once again. To see
people from long ago and remember the things I said and did. In a few days I
will have lunch with four old cronies from way back in the business world, and
it will be like seeing lost brothers. Two really great guys whom if you know
them you are glad you do, a lot of laughs and we can relate to each other and
the same things.
One fellow is named
Pete, who currently still plies his art, that of a photographer, www.petersanchiricophotography.com
who has worked for a number of large companies, such as Doubleday and
Publishers Clearing House. Pete and I worked together on a few projects, and he
never disappointed my company or me.
The other gentleman
is named Dominick. Dominick I had the pleasure of working with in the late 90’s
when he assisted me by assembling my finished designs and creating a prototype
of what things would look like. He retired a production manager at the end of
his career. When I called him after 13 years it went like this:
“It’s been 13 years,
when the hell are my comps going to be ready?”
There was a long
pause, then a laugh of recognition as he asked me
“Joe, how the hell
These two guys put
some of the highlights to my career that would not be there otherwise. They are
earthy souls, the kind of people that don’t bother with or care for, yet
respect protocol. They are good people, my kind of people. They make me laugh
and are interesting people.
They really make it worth-while in that they act like a
married couple heading for a divorce, once the children move out. They argue
about things like use of the cell phone: who is paying for the lunch since the
other forgot his wallet, or the lack of technological sophistication by the
other who is too old to want to know about such things. Remarks about hours
they keep, where they eat or when, are all flavorfully blended with
obscenities, jokes about their ability to have sex, or the ugliness of their
For me, this is just a way to return to those days of
yesteryear, when we all longed for those 4-hour lunches, but instead today, we
have to get back as we say.
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