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CAPTIVATED, CHAPTER 5

“Don’t love money; be satisfied with what you have. For God has said, “I will
never fail you. I will never abandon you.”
–Hebrews 13:5 (NLT)

Conner locked the front door of his apartment, relieved that he was safe from
the outside world, and paced slowly back and forth in the small alcove. Glancing
into his living room, frustration overcame him as he replayed the day’s events.
The boss had called Conner into his office at the end of the day for what Conner
believed would be the typical annual review. He had gone in with an almost smug
air, but as he would soon find out, there was nothing typical about this
meeting, and he was still in a state of shock.
A brusque man, the boss had come right to the point. Without even offering
Conner a seat, his voice boomed out coldly.
“Conner, you’ve been here for 30 years, but I’m afraid that in light of this
present economy, we need to let you go.”
Conner’s boss had always wanted a drinking buddy, but shortly after his arrival,
Conner had become a Christian. He and his boss had their differences, but these
were tempered with respect, so they had always been on amicable terms.
Cutbacks happened to other people, Conner had supposed, but not to him. Hadn’t
his boss praised him on more than one occasion? The plaques lining the walls of
his office also attested to the outstanding job he had done with one client
after another.
So once he heard this news, he sat on the edge of his seat, totally puzzled.
Staring blankly at the walls, he inwardly asked, “Lord, what does all this
mean?”
As he looked around the office for what would be the last time, he couldn’t help
contrasting it with his own living situation. Unlike the mess which he now
called home, this office was extremely well-organized and tastefully decorated.
One wall was covered from floor to ceiling with a breath-taking picture of the
Canadian Rockies. Whenever Conner saw that picture, he truly felt as though he
were within the beautiful scene.
Conner knew his boss sometimes hunted in those mountains with some of his beer
buddies, and in spite of that knowledge, the picture still intrigued him. Now he
was unable to take his eyes off the scene. He found the painting spellbinding,
and clothed in majesty.
The white granite peaks in the picture gleamed against a multi-colored sunset.
The mountains looked very rugged in appearance, but at the same time they
reminded him of a placid lake, which only cradled an occasional ripple.
Conner’s shameful thoughts returned to his little apartment, which wasn’t
beautiful or majestic by any means. In truth, the apartment was more like a
motel room than anything else. A withered plant stood in the corner, and no
pictures adorned the walls.
After his wife died, Conner had taken them all down, as he could not bare to
look at them. He had proceeded to sell the house where they had once lived, and
move into this tiny dwelling. This apartment really wasn’t a home to Conner. It
provided a place for him to hang his hat, and nothing else.
Conner averted his eyes, as though slowly emerging from a trance.
“Conner!” his boss snapped. “Have you heard a word I’ve said?”
“Yes, sir,” Conner replied, “but I have to admit I got lost in that picture.”
“It is beautiful, isn’t it?” His boss’s eyes softened, and he went on in an
almost reverent tone.
“Grace and I were high-school sweethearts,” he said, borrowing an old-fashioned
term, “and there will never be anyone else like her in my life. When she died, I
was lost, and I drifted like a broken compass. I was filled with anger, and that
picture was the only thing that brought me peace. So I sit here every morning
before anyone else comes in, and collect my thoughts.”
“I’m sorry,” Conner said. “I wasn’t aware of that.”
“I know. I never meant to tell you that. This happened about 10 years before you
came, and I was on my guard even more after you started getting into that God
stuff.”

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Before Conner could reply, his boss’s countenance had hardened like a rock, and
his voice cracked like a whip.
“But let’s get back to the business at hand. This office won’t run itself. I can
give you 30 days starting tomorrow, and then you’ll be given an early retirement
pension with a nice severance package. In any case, you need to clean out your
desk and return any equipment which was issued to you before you go.”
As Conner shuffled out the door, his mind turned to the high-school girl he had
interviewed to clean for him. She had come with good references, but now he
wondered if he could even afford to hire her. “Of course you can,” he told
himself. He had no social life to speak of, so one cleaning appointment a week
should still be fine. “I think I’ll do a little at a time,” he thought.
After he had begun the job of cleaning out his desk, Conner left the office and
drove home. He walked into his apartment with a sigh, and surveyed the small
area with disgust. Everything was in a state of disarray now, but he would have
a clean house tomorrow.
The long-dead plant in the corner caught his attention, but he couldn’t bring
himself to throw it out. The plant had been one of his wife’s favorites, but now
it only spoke of death and pain.
Like an upsetting nightmare, the chaos he had created spoke volumes about where
he had come from. But was it also painting a graphic picture of the present, he
wondered? Where was he going? Was this moment foreshadowing future events?
Jeering and taunting him, a sinister voice seemed to say, “You are only playing
an insignificant role on the stage of life. You’re nothing like the suave
rehabilitation counselor you pretended to be, anyway. Who knows where you’ll end
up now””
Muttering to himself, Conner aimlessly drifted over to the couch. Flopping down
hard, he landed directly on a spring which seemed to be in league with
everything he was feeling. It sharply poked him in the ribs, offering no comfort
at all.
Restlessly getting up, he wandered into the cramped kitchenette. A nauseating
smell reminded him that last night’s spaghetti was still stuck to the counter,
and 2 weeks worth of dirty dishes beckoned to him. Looking around at the mess,
he thought sardonically, “I don’t feel like doing anything about this. That new
girl will have her work cut out for her.”
Bowing his head, he absently mumbled, “Dear God, where are You? I feel so numb.”
As Conner’s thoughts continued to pelt him like heavy rain, he grew more and
more agitated. Eventually, he wandered into the bathroom.
He studied his appearance in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
Conner prided himself on his public persona, and he always consulted that mirror
before leaving for work. When he came home, he liked to escape mindlessly into
an old Tv program.
To his horror, he now realized that the taunting voice he heard had told him the
truth. Instead of the imposing figure he had presented this morning, an entirely
different man greeted him. The man who stared back at him now was a stranger …
or was he?

To Be Continued …

Thank you for reading this, and may the Lord give you a wonderful week! We are
trying to reach people who are hurting, so if God lays it on your heart, please
consider becoming a partner with us. If you would like to make a donation,
please visit www.hcmachaplains.org and click on the Donate Now link. You can
also send donations by mail to HCMA (Healthcare Chaplains Ministry Association).
Our ID number is 560. The address is 101 S Kraemer BLVD, Suite 123A, Placentia,
CA 92870. Finally, you’re always welcome to join our Monday night Bible study or
Tuesday night prayer meeting. Both are conducted by conference call, and they
take place at 5:30 PM Arizona time. Our conference number is 712-775-7031, and
our ID is 607518748. We hope to talk with you soon!
If you have questions, comments or prayer requests for Timothy or Stephanie
Burdick, please call 507-369-6861.

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