The Job Description Poem by Broken Shell

I was working retail and the people coming in would let me know what was going on with their lives.

One man who spent a small fortune confided in me his dad was in florida, going through an awful time, he feared, dying of cancer.

From within, words came and ministered comfort for the situation.
I prayed for him and sent him off on his way filled with faith and joy in his step.

Another man came to work there and somehow, strangely, the subject turned to God and we shared what we have seen as evidence of His majesty.

His wife, as it turned out, was suffering with cancer.
He brought her into work with him even without her being hired or paperwork.

We can all just pretend there are easy little logical excuses to explain away the very reason we were born.

I prayed for her and God removed the cancer.
She and her husband came to church with me.

I couldn't help but feel the real 'work' I was doing wasn't only retail.
Talk about fulfillment, but not really the kind you can talk about.

After all, it's too easy to explain away with excuses the real reasons we're here because enough light shining means someone has to see.

Seeing isn't always what we want it to be.

They had talents and equipment in recording and offered their gifts
as unto God to record the sermons and the services.

They even made a website for the church and charged nothing.

Eventually they got offended somehow and stopped attending.
Weeks later, they sued the pastor and claimed he didn't pay them for the services rendered.

It was thrown out of court.

Saw some youtube video made that was against the pastor and they put some blog up pretending they were him and making all kinds of false accusations.

She told me on the telephone months before when they were still attending that some lady at the retail shop had made an accusation against me and that she no longer wanted her or her husband to have any contact with me.

Can you believe this mess?

The accusation wasn't true and it hurt to see
someone who was healed as God used me as a vessel
return the kindness with lies of hatred and false accusations.

Unrelated to those events, months later, I stopped attending.
Months after that, the church moved physical locations and I guess
we all just had fallen out of contact, out of touch.

I can't help but think there was some kind of spiritual warfare going on
and always saw how after God does something supernatural,

it isn't much later that all evil stirs up to try to bring accusation
against the vessels he uses.

Such is this life.
All just part of

the Job description.