Technology can get us into a world of trouble, if we allow it! Today's #MarchMadness author, Cathy Jo shows us how. Read on and remember to leave a comment to be entered into the giveaway.
Subject: Last Night
From: “Michael Adams” <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Mon 2/5/07 6:50:44 A.M.
To: “Rita Collier” <R.Collier@Hemphilstores.com>
Good morning, sunshine ☺. Last night was the bomb! I think we must have set a new record for the longest lovemaking session in the world. Girl, I didn’t know that you had a li’l freak in you! I like that thing you did with your tongue. Let’s hook up tonight. Hit me on the hip when you get this.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Rita Collier pointed the cursor to the delete icon and mashed the button hard, obliterating any vestige of the offensive message. She stared with incredulity at the blank screen of her Dell monitor. Who would send her such garbage? She wondered. Surely, this must be a joke. She was a good Christian woman and under no circumstances would she ever behave with such reckless abandon with a man.
“Ugh!” she said under her breath. That is what is wrong with the world now: men and women do not respect each other; thus, they do not respect themselves, Rita thought.
Rita knew all about disrespect. In fact, before she got saved she was probably the foremost sinner in that regard. She and several of her coworkers would frequent nightclubs and bars in search of a good time, which more often than not would result in one if not all of them leaving with men who an hour or so earlier were complete strangers. Although Rita had given up that shameful lifestyle, her coworkers had not. “What a pity,” she’d often remark.
Rita was no nun, of course. She had desires and needs like any woman; however, she was no longer willing to settle for just any man. The man she would be with had to be saved also, and his life more than his words had to demonstrate that.
Rita wondered what sort of man this Michael person was. Probably the playboy type. She’d certainly had her share of that type of man; it was just that sort that had caused her to seek the comfort of God’s merciful embrace. Fed up with ill treatment from her sometimes abusive boyfriend, Eric, and at the insistence of her mother, Rita had gone to church. The sermon that day had been about Jesus and the woman at the well. Though Rita didn’t immediately change her lifestyle, she did make it her goal to attend church every Sunday, a goal she had maintained for five years. She was determined not to be an Easter-and-Christmas Christian. She believed that God had worked through her mother and that it was God’s will that she be there on that particular Sunday.
An arbitrary thought interrupted Rita’s justification routine and she inhaled sharply. Suppose the mysterious man who had sent her that vulgar e-mail was half of a couple who were meant to be together, destined even, and that it was she whom God had chosen to . . . to what? Save them? Yes, that must be it. Why else would she have received the e-mail? If only she hadn’t deleted the message. There was no way to retrieve it.
Rita quickly shot off an e-mail to Jaki, her co-worker across the aisle. While it would have been just as easy to walk the ten steps to Jaki’s cubicle, Rita didn’t want to risk being caught socializing by Mrs. Marbury, her boss.
Rita had worked in the National Accounts Department at Hemphil Department stores for eleven years.
And for just as long, she had disliked her boss. She was so exacting, so demanding, and quite unreasonable in her expectations of Rita—so unlike Jesus, who was patient and understanding. Mrs. Marbury expected Rita to be working every minute of the day, except for her lunch. Rita suspected that if Mrs. Marbury had her way, Rita wouldn’t even get a lunch break.
When Jaki didn’t respond right away to Rita’s e-mail, Rita decided to risk the wrath of Mrs. Marbury and suffer the consequences. This was much too important.
No More Expectations
Transitions: short stories for a rainy day
ABOUT CATHY JO
As far back as she can remember, Cathy Jo has always been a writer, driven by her desire to control the outcome. She was born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio and is a proud graduate of the Cleveland Municipal School District. When Cathy Jo isn’t writing, she’s spending time reading, studying, watching movies, or talking to people about the Word of God. While her writing doesn’t necessarily espouse her religious beliefs, it is guided by Godly principles.
Cathy Jo always knew that someday she would be a published author and 2011 her dream came true. With the publication of her first book, Transitions: short stories for a day, Cathy Jo was determined not to be a one-book author. She is working on her third book, which is titled Promise Me You Won’t, that is due for publication this summer.
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