Properly
Equipped
By
Ada Brownell
“Do you see any truly competent workers? They
will serve kings
rather than ordinary people” (Proverbs
22:29. NLT).
I lay on the bed
feeling like a wounded bird. I flew away from my job as a daily newspaper
reporter at The Pueblo Chieftain years before, excited to be a stay-at-home mom
again and spend more time free lance writing. But 15 years later, reality set
in.
When I quit
working, I thought I could earn significant cash with my writing as well as
fulfilling my call to ministry. But we added three more children to the family,
and four of the five needed money for college. Our oldest son already
graduated.
The previous year,
I sold almost everything I wrote: Fifteen book reviews to The Denver Post; 12
articles to The Pentecostal Evangel; puzzles and fiction to Sunday school
papers; articles to Christian education and ministers’ magazines; features to
other publications. I received royalties
on a book sold to the Assemblies of God.
In all, I received
about $600 that year. Book reviews sold for $15; puzzles, fiction, features,
interviews and other articles $5 to $35. Although the book eventually sold more than 7,000 copies, book royalty was 12 ½ cents each. Our
children weren’t going to Christian colleges on that.
My husband worked
two jobs when our oldest son went to Evangel University. A railroader, Les took
a pay cut when we moved back to Pueblo, Colo., to a day job after working
nights and evenings in Denver for 15 years.
I took a pile of notebooks that contained tear sheets from my published articles and stories and spread them before an editor. I'd work for that newspaper about three years in the
1960s . The editor was impressed, but frowned. “You need a degree to work now.”
I had nine English
credits from the University of Colorado. When reality took me down, God took
notice of this sparrow and gave hope. I dried my tears and enrolled at the
University of Southern Colorado, now Colorado State University at Pueblo. The school loans I took out helped two kids who already were in college. I received 3 credits for work experience. In two and a half years (no summers), by taking 22 and 24 credits a semester, I
earned a bachelor’s degree in mass communications.
James wrote in the Bible (James 2:17) that
faith without works is dead, so while I was in school I accepted an internship in Lifestyle; buried
my pride and accepted an evening job as copy clerk--the newsroom gopher in charge of
obits and births.
I graduated with
distinction, but the morning newspaper The Star-Journal, folded that month. Yet, the executive editor at The Pueblo Chieftain,
the evening paper, created a reporting position for me. I wrote news 17 years, 14 of them after I earned my degree, and all those children went to Christian colleges.
When
I needed a job, God saw my need, and helped me find a way to prepare for the
employment He would provide. He not only cares for the sparrows; He cares for
me and you.
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