God's Will

 

(I try to obey all heavenly commands.)

Yesterday afternoon, I took Rice-Boy Larry for a haircut. The woman I use is a huge fan of cats. In fact, she has three of them roaming freely around her shop. Most Koreans hate cats. They consider them bad luck. This is why her place is always empty. However, her love for felines is a blessing to me. I never have to wait to get clipped.

Rice-Boy looked at me. “Do you have any instructions about my hair?”

“What?”

“My hair. How do you want her to cut it?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s your choice, boy. Just make sure that it falls within the guidelines of the school.”

To make a long story short, she gave him a first-rate trim. He now looks like a movie star. On top of that, she only charged me ten dollars instead of the usual thirteen. Why the discount? I have no idea. Perhaps it comes down to white privilege. But I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Three bucks is three bucks.

We struck up a conversation on our way home.

I said, “Have you heard anything from your mother?”

He nodded. “She quit her job at the factory.”

“Why?”

“There’s something wrong with her eyes.”

I chuckled mirthlessly. “Of course there is. Everything’s a problem for that twisted old lady.”

“She’s now back in school. She wants to work with elderly people in the future.”

“As a nurse?”

“I don’t think so. More as a caregiver.”

“And you need a degree for that?”

“It’s actually a government certificate. You have to take classes in order to get approved by the-powers-that-be.”

I sighed heavily. “Well, I feel sorry for those poor old motherfuckers. They’ve got a lot of pain and suffering coming their way.”

Larry laughed out loud. “So you’re not going to take her back? That’s good to know.”

“If mom gets a job, keeps her hands off my bankbook, and agrees to see a psychiatrist, then I’ll welcome her with open arms. Yet that would take a miracle. It’s really in the Lord’s hands. I try to do what He tells me. God’s will and all of that. You understand.”

The bible is very clear on the issue of divorcing a pagan. If they decide to leave of their own accord, you are free to let them go. Paul says that Christians deserve peace. But you aren’t allowed to throw them out for their lack of faith. It has to be their choice. You can find this passage in 1^st Corinthians 7.

The Word of the Lord is very important to me these days because I’m going to die soon. In fact, I’ll be lucky to make it another twenty years. Therefore, I do my best to obey all heavenly commands. And can you blame me? The last thing I want is to burn in hell for eternity. Sadly, I figure my chances are only about fifty-fifty. I simply hope that when I breathe my last breath that Jesus is having a good day. If he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, then I’m completely screwed.

When we got back to the apartment, I sat on the sofa and watched Netflix. I’m currently enjoying a program called Wentworth. It’s a drama about life in a women’s prison. The setting is Australia, and these babes are vicious. They’re constantly beating the crap out of one another. Wentworth comes with my highest recommendation.

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