Ale for the Soul

After an almost three-month "vacation" from work, I am proud to announce yours truly is once again employed.  Getting fired from the last job was a blessing and had a great sense of timing about it.  Since it was the week before Thanksgiving, I simply decided to enjoy the holidays with family and friends.  Thankfully the savings account allowed me to do this.  Had I been barely scraping by, the outcome would have been much different.  By January 1st, I began to look for employment rather sporadically.  In not wanting another dead-end, low-paying job, I was dumbfounded as to where to look for work.  Other than my retail and shoe-selling experience, I wasn't really qualified to do anything else.  As ideas and opportunities presented themselves, I would place an application or submit a resume.  Finally, I stumbled across a work-from-home customer service position with Enterprise Rent-A-Car.  I don't have any call center experience, but I thought it was worth a shot.  Aft

Today was bittersweet: a somber, yet joyous occasion celebrating the life of John Baylor ("Bay") Haralson.  Sadness at the loss of a friend mixed with the sweet memories of fellowship.  At one o'clock this beautiful Saturday afternoon, I walked into the fellowship hall of Hope Works Church.  I knew the memorial service would be well-attended, and I was not disappointed.  There were many people whom I did not know, and quite a few I haven't seen in ages.  The common denominator was the personal connection we had with Bay.  With ample time to visit with familiar faces, as well as to introduce myself to those I was not yet acquainted, an open time of sharing stories began at 1:30 p.m.  I did not share my personal experience; however, my story was also everyone else's: the warm touch of a man who God used to minister in our lives.  The pastor eloquently spoke of death as merely a doorway in to eternity.  Our friend is no longer with us physically, but we shall see him