Son of God
"Is it about that promotion?"
"Yeah! They've sacked me instead!"
Every joy soon gives way to a sorrow.
Every smile soon reverts to a frown.
Struggle up, and you'll soon be knocked down.
Revelations are followed by darkness
Where you wander, confused and in pain,
'Til you sort it all out, bid farewell to your doubt,
Then it happens all over again.
Just beware when the future looks rosy,
For it's just when things start going well
That a bolt from the blue will be aimed right at you,
Blasting hopes of your Heaven to Hell.
Look at love, joy and hope with suspicion.
Hearts are easy to break, hard to mend.
Know that darkness for sure will go on and endure,
And that only the rainbows will end.
Stella had been standing back, aghast at what she was hearing; but then quickly went over to put her arms around Pete and hugged him. "Oh Pete! My love! I'm sorry! What can I say?"
"There's nothing to say! I'm finished, and everyone else's life goes on just the same!
"You're not finished, Pete! You're bound to get another job. Probably better than the last one."
"Not a chance! There's only two firms around here in my line of work, and they've just amalgamated."
"That's why they gave me the push. Our chaps are expendable, but tomorrow morning some bright twit fresh from University will make himself at home behind my desk, just because he happened to work for the right firm, while after years of good service I get thrown on the scrap heap!"
"There must be something we can do."
"There is. I sign on and join the unemployed millions."
"I didn't mean that," said Stella helplessly.
"It's no good raising your hopes, love. Whatever happens we're going to have to pull our belts in from now."
Stella hesitated, with a thought that before today would never have occurred to her suddenly pressing to the forefront of her mind. "There is… there is one thing we could do."
"What's that?" asked Pete gloomily.
"I know you got cross with me about what I said this morning; but the preacher last night said God was able to work everything out for good when we give our lives to Him… We could… we could… pray."
"Pray… Pray," Pete's voice got louder with every word. "What's the good of that?" Then, realising Stella was only trying to help, albeit with no solution at all, he tried to calm himself down. "I know you mean well, love; but religion's no good at a time like this."
"But I know He loves us, Pete." Stella felt something rising inside her and she couldn't stop it. "I'm sure He could do something."
"A fine way He's got of showing love, I must say!"
"Please, Pete. Give it a try. You've got nothing to lose. Come with me to…"
Pete finally cracked. His day had gone down a very steep and bad slope and this was the last straw.
"So that's what you think of me," he shouted. "I've got nothing to lose! It's alright when I've got a good job and bringing in plenty of money to keep you in luxury; but as soon as I lose my job I'm no good to you! I've got nothing to lose!"
"I didn't mean…"
"Well, I'll tell you what I've got to lose. I've got my integrity, that's what I've got. And I've still got some pride. If you think because things have gone wrong for me, I'm going to sit with a load of old women pleading to a non-
"Don't 'please love' me! Even if everybody is against me -
In total frustration, Stella gave as good as she had received. "I'm not against you," she yelled. "Why don't you listen to me?"
"Because you talk rot, that's why. It's bad enough losing my job without you nagging me as well."
"It's not rot. You just won't listen to me!"
Pete stormed to the door and opened it. "I'm going out." He was at the top of his voice now. "And I'll be back late, so don't wait up for me." The door slammed with a crash that shook the building.
"I won't, don't worry," Stella yelled back through the closed door.
As she slowly walked back to her chair, the tide of rage and anger slowly receded, and left her in a flood of disappointment, sadness and despair: partly over Pete's misfortune, but mostly because of her own reactions over which it seemed she had no control.
"And I'm supposed to be a Christian," she groaned to herself. "And now I've ruined everything."
The events of the day had left Stella shattered, so by 10 o'clock she was ready for bed. She was about to get in, when she thought to herself: 'I know I should pray before I go to bed. But I don't know how to do it. I've never prayed before. Although, when I was a small girl I used to say my prayers with my mum; but that was just a childish poem. I don't suppose God would mind though. It's better than nothing. I think He'll understand.