Payday

Well, after all the bills are paid, I have a little left, so I am pretty happy today.  During one of the talks at the DC there was a list of all the things that won't be in the new world, and money was one of them.  Usually we think of doctors and nurses, eyeglasses, canes, pain, dentures, hospitals, pharmacies.  As I approach 50 next year, I think about the health issues more than I did in 1974 for sure.  And I have always enjoyed very good health before.  But there will be no banks and money and paydays in the new world.  One time in an interview with the author Stephen King, he said that he had so much money that it didn't matter anymore financially, but it was still a good way to keep score.  Of course, I read that sort of thing as a writer and English professor.  Anyhow, we won't be keeping score in the new world.  I know people who would never work if they weren't getting paid for it.  How will we get paid in the new world?  When we left Arkansas, our congregation gave us a going away party.  On the paper tablecloths, the hosts had put Sharpie markers and everyone had written their favorite word that I had defined in a comment.  That just tickled me pink, no not that we were leaving, but that everyone had noticed my words and remembered them.  And it was kind of fun to move to Pennsylvania and now all those comments I can make again.  Anyhow, one of my favorite words is impel.  Sometimes the WT will use it.  It is very different from compel.  Oh the pel is the same, but if you are compelled to do something, like work for a paycheck then the motivation comes from an outside source.  If you are impelled to do something, it comes from within.  We are impelled to do the preaching work from within.  In the new world, we'll be impelled from our hearts to do our work.  Having done such miserable work as residential construction clean up (and construction workers leave a mess!) with Rene, Rozaine, and another sister named Linda, I can say even awful work is lovely with your sisters.  So I for sure look forward to my work in the new world, but for now I am relieved to have made it another month here.  Tonight is the ministry school review, so I have homework, and I am teaching summer school from 3:00 to 4:40.  Not a lot of blogging today.  I know; I can be overwhelming.  I am a writer first, and then an English teacher when it comes to profession.  I asked my students earlier this week to write down ten labels that described who they were, and so they wrote such answers as student, blonde, future accountant, Pennsylvanian, Slovak, daughter, stuff like that.  And I was thinking what are my ten things, and while writer and teacher made the list, I started out with Witness, then mom, then these other things.  Of course redhead did eventually make my top 10.  Here's a little thing no one knows about me till now.  I just love parking at conventions.  I love arriving and here in the midst of all this traffic, especially on Fridays surrounded by accountants and lawyers and the typical downtown milieu, here are these signs that say JW parking.  Parking at the conventions is an art, a supreme evidence of organizational skills reflecting an organized Sovereign.  I see that JW and it just makes me happy.  Even all those accountants driving around know what the JW means.  Here's another little story I love.  One of the experiences we heard after Katrina is that when a huge group of refugees were shuttled to the Astrodome in Houston, our Texan brothers went through the crowd and so that non-believers would not prey on their charity, they had a tract in their handkerchief pocket peeking out, and all our brs/srs recognized the publication and knew who their brothers were, and our family was rescued and taken into homes right away. 
Yep.  Another kind of a JW sign.  Isn't that cool?  I am so happy to be alive now, but I wish sometimes I could have been alive during the Holocaust or the first century or Noah's day.  Or even sometimes I wish I was Eve, because I think I wouldn't have messed up like that, but I mess up enough in 2011 not to wish that very often.