When “no” is the best answer

This is a part of a message I sent yesterday to a speaker/bible teacher whose studies are a huge blessing. She shared how she entered in the teaching thing, and I saw similarities to my story. Sometimes transparency can be so encouraging.

“Thank you for sharing how you enter teaching Bible studies. I can totally relate. At the age of 22 I got a degree in Bible and Theology. What a dangerous thing is to give public recognition to a young, unwise and proud person! I pretty much told God “here I am to help your cause with my degree and experience, you’re welcome” (I have to laugh now when I think I thought myself so experienced in life and spiritual matters). My plans were not scandalous or 100 % selfish. I wanted to go for a master degree, get a position as a Bible teacher in a seminar or university, grow old and be happy . Now I see the problem: I wanted to teach about someone I didn’t know to people I didn’t even like. (I’ve always felt more comfortable with ideas and books than with people). Just to make this worse, I left Bible school completely lost. I didn’t know if I had talents, abilities, gifts or anything that would keep me alive outside the academic world.

So God simply said no to my wonderful plans. I might have had the knowledge, but I was lacking love for my borthers and sisters and humility to admit that I’m so unnecessary to carry out his purposes. Instead a master degree, thing that I eventually got, God signed me in to a personal course on getting to know him personally, not through books. It was just the 2 of us watching everyone else accomplishing great things while I was put on hold. According to me, my life was falling apart. I took a job as a language tutor, because there was nothing else for me in that small city south Spain.

10 years later, that tutoring became into a career. Still not quite as I expected, but I can see a pattern in my life, a pattern I could have never orchestrated. Someone is polishing my teaching skills for his purposes. 15 years later I can finally see why that “no” was the right answer.

As I young friend used to say: “we are not ready for the same things at the same time”.

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Barato, barato

Llegó el día, era inevitable. Después de 3 años me entregaron su último examen y nos despedimos. Su futuro está en el aire, son las víctimas usuales de las malas decisiones de los de arriba. Son los que han trabajado toda su vida para hacer realidad los sueños del empresario de turno y ahora ven como la tijera de los recortes les quita, de momento, la tranquilidad. Esperemos que sólo sea eso. Entrados los 50 la idea de empezar de nuevo no es nada atractiva.

En los últimos meses he visto jóvenes con mucho talento salir, algunos con cierta sensación de alivio, pero en todos la decepción se reflejó en un silencio prudente. Han quedado los que albergan la esperanza de que el barco no se hunda, o tal vez sean los que por la edad prefieren no dar pasos en falso.

3 años de escuchar que se sienten ignorados por los de arriba. Se sienten incomprendidos, no tienen todos los recursos que necesitan para hacer su trabajo. 3 años cuesta abajo en una carrera loca por abaratar costos.

Barato, barato. Queremos calidad, pero barata. Queremos mucho y barato.

“Me Fui – REYMAR PERDOMO (y lo volvería a hacer)

Los hay que migran porque sienten que les falta algo, y esperan encontrarlo al otro lado de la frontera.  Otros migran porque se están quedando sin oxígeno. En cualquier caso dejar atrás lo que uno conoce, ama y le da seguridad es toda una aventura.

“Con mi cabeza llena de dudas, pero me fui” y ¿saben qué? Lo volvería a hacer