As I walk toward the front door, the breeze wisps through my hair and I can smell the sweetness of bread baking in the diner across the street. After 6 months of unemployment, just having an interview is a great feeling.
“How can I help you?” asked the lady at the front desk. She had long red hair, and horn rimmed glasses that she peered over the top of when she spoke to me.
“I have an interview with BSL Investments.” I replied. I still had no idea what BSL stood for, but with my background in investments I hoped to be a good fit.
“Just a moment” she said, “Please have a seat.”
She pointed to a waiting area to my left. I felt confident in my navy blue, pin striped suit. It was freshly dry cleaned and looking sharp.
“They’re ready to see you now. Just take this elevator to the 31st floor and it’s the third door on your left.”
They’re? What did she mean by “they’re”? I was supposed to meet with a Natasha Deville. I hope that meeting with multiple higher ups was a good thing.
One, two, three. Here it is, third door on the left. “God please be with me in this interview.”
I knocked slightly on the door, and was greeted by a striking woman. Not overly attractive but certainly a face and demeanor that would not be easy to forget. Three men sat at a conference table. They quietly discussed matters to themselves and didn’t acknowledge my existence.
“You must be Mr. Jacobs.” The woman said smiling and extended her hand.
“Yes, are you Mrs. Deville?”
“Ms. Deville.” She corrected.
“Gentleman, this is Mr. Jacobs. He is the one we have been discussing.”
They glanced up at her, not me. An older gentleman approximately 75, looked my right in the eyes and said, “Better than I expected, lets get him started.” He was portly and his cheeks shook like a mass of gelatinous goop when he spoke. I had to stifle a laugh.
“Ok Mr. Jacobs, you start on Monday.” Ms. Deville directed.
“That’s it.? No questions, no interview, no other expectations?”
“Why risk you saying something to jeopardize your chances?” she smiled. “We have done our homework, this was merely a formality. You are what we were looking for.”
Walking to my car I was overjoyed. “Thank you Lord!!”
Two weeks later
As I drag myself home my wife calls. “How was your day?” she chirped.
“I can’t do this anymore.” I was near tears.
“This company is awful, it pays well but they hurt people. They steal, they curse, and they even have an orgy room Kath.”
“Why haven’t you told me about this? You cannot work there anymore.”
“But how will we make it? We are finally getting ahead and it took six months just for this interview. What is most disheartening is I thought that the Lord game me this job. I never asked Him; I never prayed about it, I just took it. No questions asked.”
“Well He is a God of second chances, and forgiveness. He is your deliverer and provider. But you cannot have the good in you, fellowship with the bad of that company. It is a hindrance to your testimony as a Christian.” Her words were encouraging.
I called up Ms. Deville and formally quit. “I cannot be a part of what you guys do. Stealing the investments of the elderly and blaming it on the market, and just a host of other things. Thank you, but I have to say no thanks.”
The phone was quiet. “Hello?” I asked.
Heavy breathing, “You will regret this. You had a great opportunity, but you are too weak!” She hissed.
“I may be weak, but my God is strong. I should have never compromised myself for this job. That was my weakness. My God will…”
“Shut up!!” Click. The dial tone buzzed in my ear.
The Bible tells us that the devil masquerades as an angel of light (2 Corinthians 11:14). His deception is to make us believe that what is bad is actually good. Just like in the garden. We must be ready in season and out (2 Timothy 4:2) and put on the full armor of God daily (Ephesians 6:11).
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