...Who ever said that was so right.
I'm the Editor of our church, Saint Joseph's, Youth Newsletter; 'Carpenter's Tools'.
Just the other day I was complaining about it; How I've never seen anyone read it, or even pick it up. How it's more trouble than it's worth, and I should let someone else deal with the deadline headaches. How I hate having to worry about it every month, and no one ever sends me anything for it, so that I'm stuck writing the whole thing. How I'm always forgetting to e-mail people until the last minute, and NO, I WON'T have meetings for it, because I HATE meetings, and no one comes to the meetings, and the ones who do don't have any ideas, or suggestions, or anything useful to say.
That was on Sunday.
On Monday, I remembered to get paper for my newsletter, but I wasn't looking forward to working on it at all.
Then I went to the Youth Ministry Meeting.
Wouldn't you know it; two different people asked me when Carpenter's Tools was going to be out, and said that they always read it, and asked me how it was coming.
I was so surprised, I think I just stared at them, wide-eyed, for a few seconds before my brain caught up enough to answer.
When I got home and checked my e-mail, there, lo and behold, were e-mails with things to put in the newsletter.
I do believe that was a sign for me to shut up, quite complaining, and put more effort into my poor, sad little newsletter.
God works in mysterious ways indeed.
As Eugenides, from Megan Whalen Turner's 'The Queen of Attolia' says,
' "Moira came. She brought me a message from the gods.... Stop whining,' Eugenides said.
"What?" Eddis's expression shifted from wary to puzzled.
"That was the message. For me, alone among mortals, the gods send their messanger to tell me to stop whining. That'll teach me to go hide in a temple." '
Peace. Out.
~Katie



