My many thanks to Mr. Dowling and Sign of the Times Magazine. John B.
He came to my desk with the application i n his huge hand, and held it out to me. I asked him to be seated, and his giant bulk filled the chair.
He was the ugliest man I’d ever seen, and just his presence made me very uneasy. I’d never before see anyone to physically repulsive, and do think that he was applying for a job at a department store seemed completely unacceptable. In my ten years as personnel manager, I’d seen all kinds of applicants, but this one was extraordinary, to say the least.
Yet his voice, in replay to may questions, was surprisingly gentle, more sincere than most— and at the same time more anxious. His application stated that he was employed by a carnival, which presently set up on the outskirts of my town.
” You’re already employed,” I said “so why are you applying for this temporary job?”
“Well Sir,” he answered, “It’s just the job , the very king, I’ve been looking for, and always wanted.”
“Certainly, you must realize that there are many applicants for this job,’ I told him. “The competition is very keen.”
” I know that.” his beady eyes searching mine. “But I am willing to take the job without pay, and the hours will not conflict with my job at the carnival.”
“Well.” I finally said. “if you should get the position, you’ll be paid at the advertised rate.”
He shrugged his gigantic shoulders, “I’d still want it if it paid nothing. I’ve never wanted anything more, sir, never in my whole life.”
I dismissed him then, advising him that he would be considered fairly along with the other applicants. At the door he turned to thank me, his great,ugly face sending shudders through me, and for the rest of the day, I could not forget him. When sheer physical repulsiveness comes into your life, it isn’t easily forgotten. His sincerity, his desperation, clung to my memory, and I was determined that he, as one of God’s creatures, was entitled to a fair opportunity. Perhaps I was being foolish, reckless even, to consider him, but there was nothing else I could do, and still call myself a human being, just as he was!
All that night I couldn’t sleep for thinking about this poor, unfortunate man who must have experienced great hardships in his lifetime because of his ugliness. I kept trying to imagine how disappointing life must have been for him, how frustrating and how loveless. Just the sight of him incurred loathing and banishment. He had to be an outcast, a target for ridicule to the apathetic, uncompassionate of the world.
The next day I decided I had to see him in his environment, so I went to the carnival grounds, feeling like a spy. It is something I HAD to do before I decided which applicant for the very short-term job at the store would get it. I have to see for myself what type of work the man with the beak-like features, and the angel-lie voice did.
After some searching and finally some questions, I was directed to a sign, a huge sign reading “THE HUMAN BEAST”. Not wanting to think much about this distasteful announcement, I bought a ticket, and went inside, and stood in the back row of a large group of the curious.
At last the lights dimmed, and a spotlight played on a crudely built stage. In a few minutes he emerged from behind the curtain, and gasps of horror rose from the crowd. Children screamed as mothers who should have known better that to bring them here in the first place, hugged them to their breasts. He was painted in unearthly colors, his great bulk bent under the weight of the chains that surrounded his massive body. Back and forth across the stage he writhed, uttering deep gutteral groans and snarls of a caged animal. He was indeed the beast he played, and my heart ached for this man wo sat before me only yesterday,j and pleaded for an escape, no matter how brief, from this agonizing role he played before a jeering and ridiculing mob of thrill seekers.
The only time he seemed to break out of the frightening character was each time someone hustled a child from the tent. His sad eyes followed the children with sheer, unmistakable anguish.
I waited until the tent emptied and then made my way inside the curtain and found him. He looked at me in shame.
“I wish you hadn’t come here,” he said in that soft voice. I wish….”
“If you still want the job.” I said to him, :”it’s yours”
His giant head nodded in disbelief, “Oh, yes, I do”.
Then be at the store tomorrow afternoon at four .” I said.
Again that great head nodded, and I left.
The next day, because of other duties, I wasn’t able to be at the store when he arrived, and began his work. I arrived at six o’clock and went directly to the toy department.
There he was, surrounded by a great multitude of delighted children. The expressions on their faces told me I had not made a mistake. The face that had brought him jeers and hoots from so many others, so many times in his life, at he carnivals, was now hidden behind a white bears, and his huge frame was clothed in a red-and-white suit. The eyes that had chilled people to the bone were no longer sad but filled with tears of joy as he took one child after another onto his lap, playing for them the wonderful, jolly Santa Claus they all loved and trusted.
NOTE (JB) : I for one, am truly glad, that our heavenly Father-God does not look at the outside of us, but rather at the inner person, that which makes up our character! Yet, with me, as with most, even this is usually quiet ugly! With our very human traits, of envy, ego, self-love, and a myriad of other ugly traits, that results in the headline news across this sin-filled earth, ruled by Satan.
Ephesians 2:2 “Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience:”
Isaiah 14:12-15 “How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations! For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north: I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most High. Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides of the pit.”
Never ever, take the words for the Word of God, learn that for yourselves. As no man can save himself nor Y O U!
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