No, it's not OK

Pa here. Yesterday was a day of battling things that are not OK. It started with a decision at the place I work to break a promise we made to the industry and not do something we said we would. I guess people thought I'd go a long with it but I told them it was not OK. Everyone seemed to just line up and do what they were told but I couldn't stand by and not speak up. It's not that I am some strong moral crusader, I know how to operate in the grey zone, it's more a fact of knowing that a commitment is a commitment and when you break your word in an industry you're toast.

Then it went on to receiving some vieled comments from my boss and another person about the ineptitude of the sales force I manage (and me, obviously), citing a certain account and our lack of business from that account. I'm OK with a challenge and I'm OK with getting questioned about what I am doing but I am not OK if the person comes at it without having done any homework on what has gone on so far and is making claims not based on the facts.

My boss was pretty idignant that I'd come back at him with a stout defence based on the facts but I'm not OK with people taking runs at me based on how they feel at that moment. I have this little phrase that says, "If you want to ring the bell, I'll come out of my corner". Guess he expected me to sit on my stool while he punched me in the head. The battle still rages so stay tuned....

Then it went on to our night at the Healing Room where, after we prayed for Ray with cancer and Peter with a sort of paralysis, I felt my spirit rise up and shout, "It's not OK!!!" I was almost scared to go with it because I thought I might tilt over the deep end of 'It's not OK' and start smashing up the room or something. Almost. I felt God was saying to rise up against this stuff and not let it be OK in our midst. Based on the facts, we have healing for our bodies. It's not OK to agree with sickness.

On a side note, I asked Ma when she was going to start blogging and she said I was always hogging and so she couldn't. A blog hog, that's what she called me. But I'm OK with that cause it's Ma. She rocks.