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Topic: Gifts (of the Spirit or service) (11/22/07)
- TITLE: Them's Fight'n Words
By dub W
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For years, I was, like every child of the era, pushed into banks of tests to determine my future in the business word. To this day I am convinced that the tests were skewed to push kids one way or another. My test results showed that I should be businessperson and run a retail store. Every young lady in my school was supposed to be a teacher or a nurse. The wealthy kids in class were all supposed to be doctors and lawyers. There wasn’t a lot of room on the test for creative people. I wrote my first angry play during this era. Later, regional theatres purchased two of my scripts. One historical play was buried in a time capsule; a hundred years from now some poor soul will read it.
I wrote constantly through college and military years. Old girlfriends have probably burned a million pages of hormone driven nonsense. And many a freshman research essay was completed and sold at my hand. But, nothing seemed to fit. Indeed, there was a calling in my life; I simply could not, not write. I had to write everything. Little did I understand this drive.
For nearly 30 years I wrote white papers, governmental documents, testimony, and all those things of the business life. I wrote for someone else’s profit. Documents I wrote changed lives, made some people happy, caused discord for others; indeed one man wanted to fight. In two instances, I as the writer of a document, sat before a panel ready to be jailed for the results of my script. But, that part of this story can go no further. The manuscript will be saved for a later time.
Sometime along life’s way I wrote a column that was picked up by regional newspapers. Soon, I experienced a bit of fame, at least amid a few folks. One day I went into a café and the waitress said, “…ain’t you the guy who writes that column?” The service was otherwise poor. She must not have liked what I wrote.
By the 1980-90 time period I started to realize that years were catching up with me. My children and friend’s children were graduating from schools, getting married, and having children of their own. Also, I had friends dying from the diseases of their parents. I began a letter-writing ministry, writing long letters of faith and encouragement.
Administrations changed, the world changed, and the place for a writer of my style was not needed in the governmental business world. I retired, sorta. I went through ministerial training and served as a relief pastor during a nearby minister’s illnesses. I also found myself teaching the art of writing to college students – a position I hold today. At the same time I have been writing a local column, working with volunteer organizations, and writing longer manuscripts as well as short essays for FaithWriters.
Spiritual gifts are ones that the Lord has given a person. I have no business being a Christian writer. I did not necessarily lead a Christian life; but, for some reason, the Lord Jesus Christ put a pen in my hand and said, “Write.”
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