Thoughts About My Jobs Part Two

My other job is as an Interim Youth Minister. There is a possibility of the position becoming permanent, but I have to decide if I want that or not.

I've enjoyed it so far, although I've only done it for a few weeks now.

At my last Youth Group meeting, I led a meditation sort of thing, but I realized that I didn't have a good meditative cd to play during the meditation.

I used to have hours worth of the stuff. It was all on my laptop, but that laptop got stolen, so all of my meditation type music was gone as well.

Not a big deal, I thought, I'll pick something up at the store on the way to church. I also called one of my sponsors and left a message with her. She called me back right as I was about to pull into the store parking lot and said she was sure she could bring something. I said great and continued to the church.

Her son (one of my youth) said that he had something and he put it on his iPod to bring it up to the church.

So, he gives it to me and I hook it up to the speaker without even looking at what it was.

It wasn't exactly what I was expecting. Instead of being meditative music, it was a meditative sound type thing. You know, nature sounds.

I had already started the meditation before I started what I thought was going to be music and when the waterfall sounds started it was too late for me to come up with a different plan. I was just going to have to go with it.

I was reading them a story (from The Last Western, the greatest novel ever written, don't bother looking for it at your local book store, it is out of print), the story was set in America, long before it was known as America, in fact, long before it was discovered.

The story opened with a man jumping from a cliff into a river. The waterfall was quite appropriate.

The man gained the name Eagle for his feat, at this point the meditation went to birds, again perfect.

He became king and angered his people with his talk of peace and love. The meditation went to wolves howling and whining; it was quite appropriate.

He was captured by an enemy tribe and tossed from another cliff into a river, again, the water was there.

The few who believed in him saw a miraculous sight, a huge bird unknown to humanity, came out of the water where his body had fallen. Again, the birds began.

Afterwards, the youth thought that I had planned the sounds to match the story. I told all who asked that it was just an awesome coincidence.

It's crazy how sometimes when things don't go exactly as you planned they end up far better then you could have imagined.