SURVIVING TOUGH TIMES
Following my freshman year
at Yale, I returned home to Pennsylvania for summer employment. I was ecstatic because I had a wonderful job
lined up in the Quality Control Laboratory of Wheeling-Pittsburgh Steel. If you are aware of the steel industry, you
know that I was blessed beyond measure to have snagged this high tech and safe
position. Inside steel mills, there are
scores of undesirable places to work, from the roaring blast furnaces where
steel is made to a myriad of hot, dry and dirty places. Typically, new-kids-on-the-block are afforded
the ‘golden opportunity’ to work in the most unpleasant places, due to their
lack of seniority.
However, largely because of
favor due to my father’s reputation and influence, I was assigned to something
significantly better. By rights, I
should have been outdoors dealing with the lowest dregs of that hot and hostile
industrial environment, but I was placed as a trainee technician inside an
air-conditioned lab. Indeed, I was
highly favored and blessed!
My high school buddy and
co-worker was the son of the superintendent of schools. Throughout the months of June and July,
Sherman and I prepared samples of raw materials (used to make steel) for
spectrometer analysis. How happy and
carefree we were – to bypass the risk and rigor of working in the labor gang –
close but far away from the streams of molten steel, the moving vessels
containing fiery liquid slag and those terribly loud and torrid furnaces.
While we were infinitely
blessed to work in the Q. C. Lab under the name and influence of our fathers,
Sherman and I had no way of knowing that ‘hostile takeover forces’ were lurking
unseen in the shadows. During that
incredibly hot July, two men with greater seniority spied our cushy and
comfortable working conditions and decided to submit bids for our jobs. One particularly hot day in the last week of
July, the labor gang foreman appeared at the door of the Q.C. Lab. He summoned us by name, ordered us to gather
our personal effects and told us to meet him near Blast Furnace Number Three in
ten minutes.
My co-worker and I spoke up
at the same time and in almost the same words: “But sir, we work in the Quality
Control Lab!” In my mind’s eye, I can
see that foreman standing there with a stern look on his face. “Not anymore!” he pronounced firmly. “You guys have been BUMPED by other men with
more seniority. Now get moving FAST if
you still want to work here!” I was just
eighteen years old at the time, but it seems like yesterday. Our hearts sank as we sucked in our last
moments of air-conditioning, gathered our hardhats, goggles and steel-tipped
safety boots and headed for the blast furnace, having been (in our minds at
least) BUMPED BY THE DEVIL!
When we arrived at that
smoke-filled and fiery site, Sherman and I had a rude awakening. For seven weeks, we had enjoyed the cool, calm
and safe environment of the laboratory. Now
we listened in a daze as the foreman called off various manual labor jobs, none
of which were familiar to us. Even other
college students who had by this time worked for two months in the labor gang
had more seniority than us! Worse yet,
we were assigned to do repair work in a terrible place: THE SOAKING PITS, where
huge ingots of red-hot steel were fired and tempered.
During normal operations,
those pits reached temperatures up to 8,000 degrees Fahrenheit. Now in repair mode, the pits had been ‘cooled
down’ to 140 degrees (60o Centigrade). You
cannot imagine how hot that air felt on our skin and in our lungs – it was
burning up in there! Our job was to work
inside (for 20-25 minutes at a time, the maximum one could safely endure) and
to remove hardened impurities from the firebrick lining the pit, using a
75-pound (40 kilo) jack hammer. When it
is that HOT, on top of the 90 degree [32 Centigrade] summer heat, perspiration
evaporates immediately, lips and nasal passages dry out and it is extremely
difficult to breathe. Those harsh experiences
in the soaking pits were my personal confirmation that HELL MUST BE AVOIDED AT
ANY COSTS!
Nevertheless, the
scriptures teach us that “all things work together for good to them that love
God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” (Romans 8:28) Sherman and I were both Christians, and though
we definitely despised our new working environment, there were vital character
lessons to be gained in that oppressive place. First of all, we learned how to PERSEVERE,
i.e. how not to quit when confronted with adverse circumstances. Secondly, we learned to be truly GRATEFUL for
those earlier days of situational favor – the comfort and convenience that
might not (and did not) abide forever. Thirdly, we learned that COLLEGE EDUCATION DID
NOT MAKE US BETTER than others; neither did it make us more powerful or
productive. Fourthly, and perhaps most
importantly, we learned all-important lessons of HUMILITY. Humility teaches us how to survive at the
bottom, while mobilizing us to rise and to remain at the top in our appointed
season. Lastly, we learned how to
maintain a GOOD ATTITUDE and to discover random reasons for laughter, even in a
‘pit’ environment.
To be sure, Sherman and I
hated our time in the pit, but we garnered strategic life lessons that guide
and serve today. In closing, I would be
absolutely naïve and insensitive to assume that my short-term work challenges
can somehow be equated with the gargantuan struggles that many experience on a
daily basis. Sherman and I had JOBS, reliable
and gainful employment, while so many do not. Many among us struggle in silence, just to
survive and to secure the basic necessities of life: food, clean water,
shelter, clothing, etc. I am painfully
aware of the realities of daily struggle in the lives of multiplied millions
around the globe.
Nevertheless, the practical
life lessons gleaned from this personal experience one summer decades ago are
these: 1) YOU WILL MAKE IT through tough times because GOD (Jehovah-Shammah) IS
THERE with you; 2) YOU WILL SECURE AND SUSTAIN PEACE IN THE MIDST OF TRYING
TIMES – if you hold onto your smile, your laughter, your hope and your dream;
3) YOU CAN ALWAYS TALK TO GOD, in any situation and at any time. In fact, you can tell HIM any and every thing;
4) TROUBLE WILL NOT LAST ALWAYS. Robert
Schuller said it this way: “Tough times don’t last…tough people do!”
Prayerfully consider the
life lessons listed above and listen attentively (with your spirit) to these
very encouraging COVENANT PROMISES:
Psalm 27:13-14 (NKJV)
13 I would have lost heart, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in
the land of the living.
14 WAIT ON THE LORD; BE OF GOOD COURAGE, AND HE SHALL STRENGTHEN YOUR HEART;
wait, I say, on the Lord!
Isaiah 40:28-31 (NKJV)
28 Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the Lord, the
Creator of the ends of the earth, neither faints nor is weary. His
understanding is unsearchable.
29 He gives power to the weak, and to those
who have no might He increases strength.
30 Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly
fall,
31 BUT THOSE WHO WAIT ON THE LORD SHALL RENEW THEIR STRENGTH; they shall mount
up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and
not faint.
My friend, be encouraged to
continue and to move forward – whoever, whatever, whenever, wherever, or
however you may be. GOD HAS NOT
FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU. HE SEES. HE KNOWS.
HE CARES; and HE HAS THE POWER TO TOTALLY TRANSFORM YOUR SITUATION. TRUST HIM. STAY POSITIVE. STAY FOCUSED.
HANG IN THERE!
Sisters and brothers, be
continually blessed, and please (above all else) MAKE SURE YOU ARE READY TO
MEET OUR SOON COMING KING. Maranatha!
