We had a meeting today that confirmed all of the things I know to be true... Most definite is that I hate my job. What about brainstorming solutions?! What about taking responsibility to find out what motivates your employees?! What about not micromanaging?!

This is a rant, and I apologize for all of you who do wish to get more out of reading this.

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So I read this excerpt from the book I am currently reading (Red Moon Rising), and I thought it was so penetrating and convicting that I had to share it:


Suddenly I find myself in a great hall. Surrounding me are thousands of young people, battered, bruised, and broken. Then suddenly I hear a voice: "What am I bid?"

A young girl stands out before the crowd of leering, sneering men. "What am I bid for this piece of flesh?"

The men start to shout figures: "Ten," "Twenty," "Fifty," "One hundred!"

What can I do God?

I start to bid. I have to save her. the cost becomes huge, and I begin to waiver. Can I afford this? What price will I pay?

The dream stops.

I'm alone again, but the faces are real enough. Sarah being sold into prostitution; Mike with a revolver in his mouth; Kat covered in cuts and bruises; John falling into crime; Laura, alone and desperate; Steve, heroin needle bulging in his vein.

What am I bid?

the voice shatters the silence. the auction is on again. the bidding has begun. It continues day and night until the end. Most of the bidders only use and abuse.

And so I find myslef in the auction. Will I watch or will I bid? The price of a single life is huge. The currency is prayer. The cost is massive. But the prize is glorious. A life for a life.

What am I bid?

posted by Kelly @ 9:52:00 AM