Process

One of the buzzwords today is process.  Sometimes I wonder what all the hullabaloo is about process.  Everyday life is a process of understanding, developing, and growing.  Babies process from newborns not knowing how to do anything to in just a few months can walk, talk, and balk.

Those of us that have worked in plants know that the manufacturing of products is a process.  It is a long process to go from a log to a roll of bath tissue, paper towels, or paper.   It is the same with cement.  It is a long process to transform limestone, sand, iron ore, and aluminum into cement.  The list is of industries that process products are endless.  There are garment plants, welding and machine shops, electrical shops, etc.

At a very young age, I decided I wanted to be a mechanic.  Since we monetarily handicapped, a fancy way to say poor, we never owned many new things.  I remember helping daddy repair an engine, Danny Baker of Linden Baptist, tells me motor means an electric motor and I say an engine is what pulls a train.  Any who, daddy taught me how disassemble generators, starters, transmissions, and engines.  Sometimes I would tear a starter or generator apart and have daddy show me how to put it back together.  I cannot write in my articles what he said but the jest of it was; how in the world did you tear this apart?

As a preteen, I was repairing just about everything we owned.  I would study the parts as I removed them, hoping I would remember how to put them back together.  If only I had an iPhone back then.  It always amazed me that I could get the part back to working with fewer parts.  It seems that I always had leftover parts.

I remember that there were a few things that flew into what seemed a jillion pieces when tearing them apart.  It kinda complicates things when you do not know what went flying or you cannot find it.  Then, I had to use a similar part from another part.

I remember when I began working at the cement plant.  I knew nothing about cement although I had helped pour and finish concrete.  Concrete and cement are two different products.  Concrete is a mixture of cement, sand, and stone.  I wanted a job there because it paid big money.  I left a machine shop hoping to be a machinist at the cement plant.  I can assure you that if I were there today, I would not be a machinist.

At the plant, I was placed on an oiler’s job on the cement kiln.  Kiln operators made the most money of all hourly employees.  I love the cable show “How it’s Made.” I love to see how things are made.  I did with the process of the cement kilns.  The operator was glad to teach me.  He provided me with an understanding of the “cooking of cement.”  He told the production manager, his good friend, about me wanting to “burn” the kilns.  The production manager, who had been an oiler at one time, told me to grasp a good understanding of burning the kilns and gave me a book, The Art of Kiln Burning.

I told the production manager that I did not know if I have enough time to learn the operation of the kilns.  He said that he knew how much work I had and that I understood what was necessary and was not and to spend a couple of hours a day training.  I told him that I did not want to leave undone work for the next shift.  He said, “Let me worry about that.”

I knew that everyone in the plant feared the production manager.  His nickname was “Killer.”  Knowing that, I realized if he wanted me to understand the operation of the kilns, it would be best for me.  I understood the consequences of being on his list.  My burner loved it because he could take breaks.  I was mortified burning two 400 feet pipe bombs.  While breaking, my burner would cut off a piece of equipment to see if I understood the total operating procedure.  If I did not understand the gravity of the situation, he would explain how vital it was and the quicker I recognized the problem, the better it would be.  My burner became a supervisor and I eventually became a kiln burner, operating them for several years. 

When I bided into maintenance, I had to train my replacement on the kilns.  I made sure that those that had not been oilers had more training, understanding the dangers and consequences of burning the kilns.

When I was a young man, Roy Moxley, a machinist and my father-in-law, told me that a person could do anything once they understand it.  I have experienced that.  Now having been in ministry for thirty-eight years, I have a better understanding on life.  Sometimes that is.  Evil is fast taking over our lives and it is important and imperative that we understand the dangers and consequences of evil and reverence for the Lord.

I like Job’s rebuttal to his so-called friends in response since Job has fallen on hard times.

 

And unto man he said, Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom; and to depart from evil is understanding (Job 28:28).

 

The truth today is; there is a limit to power and skill.  We can learn many things and can harness the basic energy of the universe, but we cannot find wisdom in science.

Chernobyl, Katrina, and Hope

Earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes, and floods remind us that there are more opportunities for ministry than normal.  Watching tragic events unfold before our eyes makes one realize that our world is in a mess.  It is messes that help us keep the perspective that we need a Savior.

Hurricane Katrina was a reminder of how quick death and devastation hit.  Missing people, sex predators, and disregard for human life are demoralizing to any society.  Overnight, New Orleans turned diabolical.  What happened in moments will take a lifetime to rebuild.  Some things will never recover.  Local residents told me that one third of New Orleans’ population will never return.

There seems to be no end to world turmoil and the reality that at any moment there could be a nuclear holocaust that would make Chernobyl look like a boy scouts’ campfire.  The Chernobyl explosions and the resulting fire sent a plume of highly radioactive fallout into the atmosphere and extensive parts of western Soviet Union, Eastern, Western, and Northern Europe, and North America.  It had four hundred times more fallout than the A-bomb of Hiroshima.  Ireland experienced a light nuclear rain.  The Ukraine, Belarus, and Russia were badly  contaminated.  My friend Alice was teaching school in Italy at the time of Chernobyl and witnessed the devastation.

Speaking of first hand Chernobyl experiences, I had the honor and privilege of flying to Los Angeles to spend a week at Dr. Rick Warren’s Saddleback conference several years ago.  The man sitting next to me on the flight was a retired editor from Time Magazine.  He was returning from an editorial summit in South America.  He had been there to judge young journalists and rate their potential as writers for major magazines.  He was very articulate and global in his conversation.  I shared with him that I was a former cement worker.    

When I asked him to share some of his travels, he related my cement vocation to the Chernobyl incident.  He told me of a Russian general he had befriended while in Russia.  He said that this General was wealthy by American standards and lived an extravagant lifestyle, but could not enjoy it because he dying from radiation poison.  He had been exposed to radiation while working in the Chernobyl nuclear facility when it developed the leak and became one of many victims.  The editor said the world would never know just how many died trying to save the earth from radiation poison.

I told him that I had a friend who was teaching school in Italy when it happened and that she said the devastation was so severe that livestock and vegetation were died where she was teaching.  It was then that he told me the horror of what happened according to the general.

The general said that the radioactive material from the leak was eating into the earth at an alarming rate.  Russian scientists feared that it would eventually eat to the core of the earth causing worldwide catastrophic problems.  Hundreds of workers perished as they tried to stop the leak.  Massive earth moving machines raced to dig below the material to pour concrete several feet thick to contain it.  They were trying to form a bowl.  After several unsuccessful attempts, they finally stopped the leak.  The human cost was great.

This is one of many detrimental incidents to our planet.  All the things that we have done to the spaceship we call earth has a price.  Hurricanes, earthquakes, wars, and rumors of wars are the result of sin.  Sin caused the creation to fall from its perfect state.

“The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed.  For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.  We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time.” (Romans 8:19-22 NIV)

How has a catastrophe affected your life?

Are you optimistic of pessimistic about the future? Write down your feelings.

What are you doing to help the environment of this planet we call earth?

Prayer: Father, as believers, we can see the world physically decaying and spiritually degenerating. Help us to be optimistic and not to be pessimistic, because we have a blessed hope. Thank you for the brighter days that lie ahead for the whole creation, for a time is coming when the curse will be removed, and creation will be restored to its original splendor. Thank you for the promise of resurrection with our glorified bodies, like the body Christ now has in heaven.