Functionality, the god.

[fuhn-zchion]

Jaw is sore.
Doctor diagnoses as "...cause of stress, fatigue"
Teeth gritted to finish the job
A job well done
Job = done well.

Three people:
Leader. Follower. Slacker.
Enmass, machination
Teeth gritted (right down) to complete the job.
A job well done.
Job = done really well.

You will take the phones
While I, the banking
And you(th) to scan out the back there is a problem?
Problem. Problem.
We solve it, and then it's a
job well done.
Job = done brilliantly well.

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Enough of you do not deal with the wound.
There is a problem. You ignore it. You smile and you are polite and you make small talk but you do not deal with the problem.
This is incredibly, desperately, damaging.
Pick your battles. Be assertive and not aggressive. Anger is a valid emotion, but (with)in your anger do not sin. This is difficult, but we'll get there.

Too many of you worship Functionality, the god.
The god who lets someone continue in ignorance for the sake of not stepping on toes.
The god who smiles politely to mask deep, gaping wounds.
The god who has become so great at putting on a mask you are the social link-up.

Functionality has made you a fake.

This is not life. This is bondage to your own ideas of self preservation, when Christ came and died and was resurrected so you could live your life filled with non-agenda'd, love-for-the-sake-of-love for others.

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My best friends and I are going to spend a weekend away crying.
It is the best idea we've had all year.
Then one of us will get married.

Three confident, gorgeous, highly functional women in the eyes of the world:
A first class honours graduate in a corporate job.
A high school dux, multi-lingual, highly versed bride-to-be.
And me, the indie muso and soon to be social work graduate.

What do you say, that the Lord sees only sleet and His justification,

The resume blows away like chaff
And what is left?