Showing posts with label Jeff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jeff. Show all posts

Saturday, February 20, 2010

In Memory of Jeff. Chapter 1: Meeting Jeff.

I met Jeff in November of 2006. He was beginning his rotations through our hospital as an X-ray student through Chaffey College. He was this tall 6'2 guy with long hair down to his lower back (which was in a pony tail.) and Bluto-like beard & mustache. In the 2004 season of American Idol there was a contestant on that show named Bo Bice, another tall long haired bearded man. Jeff struck me as a Bo Bice look-alike. Soon after I gave him the nickname Bo Bice, which he hated. Other people had made that reference to him that same year. I do remember him saying that people had confused him with that AI contestant as well.

Because I didn't know Jeff, he struck me as someone who sure talked a lot. In those early days of knowing Jeff, his talking was, well annoying at first. Jeff not only wanted to know X-ray principles, he wanted to know them well. He was determined to be the best at his new career.

At this point, Jeff and his students were only scheduled once a week and they were only supposed to observe until they returned from Christmas break, which would be January 2007. I did learn that Jeff and I both were both Kaiser babies, born at Kaiser Fontana, 10 years apart.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

A Tug-O-War With God.

Well now that I've been working almost every weekend this summer, I've had some time to let the Kool-Aid from church wear off a bit. I feel the loss of connection with Jesus only because of certain things I've been noticing around my life.

You see, now I'm not so sure about following Christ. To me Christ is the big disappointment. He's been clobbering most of my friends and family over the past few years and I don't see the "test of faith" point to all this. I don't get the "prove it to me" aspect of what God requires from us.

It started with the loss of my two grandparents last year (one suffered Alzheimer's Disease for 10 years prior to her death), my friend from church lost his 3 year old daughter to epilepsy one night, my hands became crippled with arthritis and advised to walk away from guitar play forever, and my friend from work was diagnosed with stage 4 metastatic bone cancer.

Which brings me to another person, a person who I've shared the stage with at my own church. He's been a very strong faith person (as the friend who lost his daughter), and yet keeps getting dealt a bad hand constantly. He lost his brother to a senseless brain tumor, his wife was having to be rushed to the ER from any perfume or scented anything anyone was wearing (throat started closing up whenever passed by an old lady wearing perfume) and now he himself is dealing with hearing loss from a work incident.

Why is God f'cking with believers? How is that supposed to strengthen your relationship with God? It really doesn't seem fair. I'm starting to think that maybe if I ease off on my relationship with Christ, maybe I'll avoid the radar.

Yet I find myself lately turning to Christian music stations without even realizing it. I listen to the Jesus Christ Show on KFI 640 AM on Sundays. So it's like my subconscious is trying to keep me connected while my conscious side is wanting to walk away.

I'm already convinced I'm not going to heaven anyway. I mean why would I when I can't stand half the people in the world already? I react to the slightest stupid act that I witness. How can I get along in heaven when I can't even stand the people here on earth? So may main friends who are hardcore believers....I don't see how you guys do it. I want what you have, I've prayed for what you have, I've prayed for strength each day to be a better person, avoid swearing like a sailor, and yet Christ seems so distant to me. I felt Him in 2004-2007, but something happened.

My hands are slightly improving, I realize I can no longer play in bands (which I loved slightly less than my wife and kids), considering returning to my church ministry of playing in worship service....but now, I'm not sure I'm worthy to fake the lie in my soul. But in the same sense, there's something in me searching for something. I loved that feeling of being connected to Christ in those early reborn years. I'm finding now that I'm not paying attention if He is speaking to me or not. I don't see God's benefit with the use of pain and tragedy. I guess it started with my hand diagnosis. Why would God take away my talent when I was using it for Him in ministry? To me that's just bullsh't.

Some of our treasured pastors have moved away, all because "God had a different direction" for them. At this point my view is that God takes away and takes away and is constantly demanding proof of your devotion. I feel like a sucker.

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