Pastor's Ass

September 1, 2017
Entrepreneur Day

It's a long Labor Day weekend coming up. Did you know that America and Canada simultaneously celebrate this on Monday? Did you know that it was the Labor Union that influenced its creation in the late 1800s to give tribute to the work force that shaped the economy of the country?

(BTW, did you know that If you are part of Union and you do not agree with the Union's choice of charity you can now donate to the nonprofit of your own choice? CLICK HERE.)

I'm glad that a federal holiday recognizes the labor force. But what about the entrepreneurs who created the jobs? Where is their holiday?

I met Ray in a small room where he spoke about Job Creation. Honestly, I wasn't planning to attend but the organizer said he needed to fill up the room. There were only 3 of us in the room but I think it was a divine appointment. Ray's mission in life is creating entrepreneurs. He would say "instead of finding a job for one person, start a business and you create 4 jobs!" It makes sense, doesn't it? And Ray knows what he is talking about. He is a pioneer. He created thousands of jobs. He designed and built the first nuclear plants in Sweden back when nuclear energy was brand new. To this day his plants are safe and still humming along.

Little did I know that this brief encounter would be the start of a lasting friendship. Through Ray I was introduced to the Rotary Club which led me to another dear friend --- John, who is my business partner. It was John who masterminded my trip to Nigeria where we taught entrepreneurship to thousands of college kids.

Ray married Joy who was his dream girl. He was a godly gentle father to his kids until the kids flew out of their nest. In recent years (maybe a decade) Joy was bed ridden and Ray took the role of the dutiful husband caring for all of her needs. Many times he would cancel meetings because of Joy. Sixty years and their love never faded. About 3 years ago Joy quietly left her earthly body. I cried when I read Ray's email announcing she was gone. Ray was now alone.

Because of the distance between our homes, I had not seen Ray in ages. But last week, I was nearby and had lunch with Ray. From the restaurant I watched him inching in with a cane. He didn't look as sprightly as before. My dear friend was fading. He said he had to turn down a couple of speaking engagements because he was too weak to go. But what he lacks in physical energy, he compensates with emails and letters writing for grants to continue his dream of job creation.

My dear friend knows his time is almost up. He's looking forward to reuniting with his beautiful wife. The other night he had an attack but he said God still needed him to do a little more.

I have nothing special planned for Labor Day. To celebrate "working" sounds like self-aggrandizement. Instead, I will celebrate my own holiday --- Entrepreneur Day and toast to visionaries like Ray.

We hear that some people in your group refuse to work. They are doing nothing except being busy in the lives of others. Our instruction to them is to stop bothering others, to start working and earn their own food.
--- 2 Thessalonians 3: 11-12

TGIF people!

The Pastor's Ass
Contributed by Tom of Pasadena, CA

Warning: This joke can be as clean or as dirty as you choose it to be.

A Pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The Pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again.

The local paper read:
PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT.

The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the Pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.

The next day, the local paper headline read:
BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS.

This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the Pastor to get rid of the donkey. The Pastor decided to give it to a Nun in a nearby Convent.

The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day:
NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN.

The Bishop fainted!

He informed the Nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.

The next day the papers read:
NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10.

This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild.

The next day the headlines read:
NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE.

The Bishop was buried the next day.

The Moral of the Story:
Being concerned about public opinion can bring you much grief and misery. It can even shorten your life. So be yourself and enjoy life to the fullest. Stop worrying about everyone else's ass and you'll be a lot happier and live longer!

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