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Edited on Sat Apr-28-07 12:35 AM by Buddyblazon
This week I was contracted to work for a fundamentalists convention. It was pretty small...just several leaders in the organization from around the globe. I do not want to mention the name of their organization as I think it would be rather unprofessional.
I work in production...and I had been hired to do...well...various production things for their convention. I'm an independent contractor and work is work. I never pass judgment on my clients...again because I believe it to be unprofessional.
I did, however, enter this gig with an enormous amount of trepidation. They are pretty far right. I know that many of their beliefs do not jibe with mine.
So, on with the story.
We loaded in their convention on Sunday. A few lights, a small PA system, projectors, cameras. Only me and another fellow were outside contractors. Everybody else we worked beside was either employees of their ministry or volunteers.
But I'm a friendly guy, so I immediately began conversing with these people as we worked, always careful not to offend, alienate...or let my politics be known.
I struck it up with one guy whose a home builder from Texas. We worked in the truck together fire-lining boxes and boxes of t-shirts, pamphlets and books. He always had a smile on his face. I told him that my new bride and I (we've been married one month) we're in the midst of rehabbing our first home, and that we were in the middle of refinancing to get the rest of our money to finish the house.
On the second day, he sensed that I was stressed.
"You look troubled."
I explained I was nervous about the appraiser coming the next day because he was with FHA and I wasn't sure we'd pass the inspection for FHA (as the tend to be much more stringent).
The next day, he walked up to me.
"Have you had your inspection yet?"
"He'll be there in about an hour."
"Why don't we pray?", and without my approval, he grabbed my hand, put his other hand on my shoulder, and began praying.
I was stunned. I was hoping to avoid something like this. Though I am a spiritual person, I don't consider myself religious at all...and I haven't even been to church in years. But I thought for a second, and came to the conclusion that anything could help. I've only prayed a couple times in my life. Once when my Grandmother was on her death bed. And once when I realized I loved my wife and I prayed to God that one day she would be my bride. And that turned out well.
We need this refinance as a springboard, and we could use ANY assistance we could get. So I said Ok.
I bowed my head and he spoke for a couple of minutes. Amazingly enough, I felt much better. And the more I thought about it, though praying to me is very rare, this was this kindest thing this man could offer me at that point. To offer a prayer for an almost complete stranger.
As the week progressed, I met more and more of the congregation. I did interviews with people from all over the world for their DVD. I ate lunch next to these people. I filmed them as they sang. As they prayed. And at one point even as people began speaking in tongues (a VERY weird situation for an agnostic like myself).
But through the entire week...no one pressured me to join their church. No one asked me my politics. I got to know the leader's son. A very normal guy that has been doing the production for their convention for 15 years. He became my buffer, as he is not a part of their church. I sat with their leader at lunch and swapped stories. They wanted to know about me and my wife.
Their sermons were about helping each other, and their spouses, and their families, and their friends and how to make life more tolerable. They had financial seminars on how to plan for the future. How to get the kids into college. The stuff that all of us are worried about.
What I noticed in this whole thing was that these people, though we shared few if any of the same view points, were nothing but kind and generous to me. They never pressured me. They paid me in cash and never asked for contact information (though I'm sure they could if they wanted to...their Catholic media director contacted me so I'm sure they have my phone number).
At the end, their leader walked up and said, "I want to thank you for all your hard work this week. Everybody raved about you and your colleague (ironically enough...a Jew). You were very kind to all of us.".
And that was it. He shook our hands and it was over.
Though I would never join their organization as I do not agree with many of their political views (though they never once mentioned politics in our conversations nor in their sermons), these people were not the bogey man we make them out to be. We may not agree on everything, but what we do agree on should bring us together, not tear us apart.
About how we can have better marriages, better relationships, better lives, giving to the less fortunate. Nothing about how they could get rid of all Liberals. How they could corner Washington and make them do the things they wanted. Just about making things better all around for all of us.
Just thought I'd share what a week in the lions den was like.
Edited for spelling and continuity of tense.
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