Not about Getting by Kaze
Walking through a park, Greg comments, “I don’t think the jobs will ever come back.”
“I agree,” I say. “I don’t believe that companies will hire people back since they have discovered that they can do with less. Few want to get trapped into that ‘more is better.’”
“We are not going to do as much for Christmas this year but I think it is better,” says Jeremy with two younger siblings. “We are planning more together on what we can do to have it more cheerful and it just feels better.”
Jay sighs, “I wish I had known this was coming. There are a lot of things I would have liked to have before everyone lost their job.
Arron mockingly says, “So get a job and earn it.”
“I did,” he protests. “I’m a dishwasher on weekends now. I just didn’t realize how much you have to save to get things.”
Bobbie says, “I used to envy my cousin on the Rez. He was in a gang and had his own laptop, and mp3 player and video games. He had everything. Then he hung himself. No one knew he was so down on himself. I hated being at the funeral. His dad kept saying he had everything he wanted. It was sad.”
We were all quiet.
“What do you think he didn’t have that drove him to this step?” I ask.
“He wanted people to respect him, to like him but everyone just liked his things,” his cousin says sadly. “We have a lot more fun just being together and doing things even when we can’t spend a lot of money on food.”
“How does this help you grow inside??” I ask.
“I knew you were going to ask that,” crows Jacob. “And I have an answer.”
We all laugh.
He continues, “The people I respect are the ones who get a job and move out on their own, handle their own problems and buy things from their own money. But you have to start with respect for yourself to even try for a job. I know because I put it off for a long time, waiting until I felt I was good enough to stand up for myself. All this talk that we share where we knew something holy has come to us in jail or on the roof or wherever, it’s true.”
Katy contributes to this, “This is one reason I like to talk about the Christmas story. I appreciate the metaphor that God does walk with us. He paid attention to shepherds and common people, like us. I like going to places where we say ‘this is holy ground.” It gives me, I don’t know what, a kind of satisfaction that I belong.”
“So this park is Holy Ground because we are talking about God being with us,” says George.
We laugh as we look around at the snow and deserted landscape.
“Yeah,” I say. “I think so.”
Happy Advent! Look for the Holy. It’s everywhere.