|Hugh Carter’s secretary nudged me towards the bushes on the front lawn of the White House.
I was not to be seen by Chief Usher Rex Scouten.
Interviewing to be Food and Beverage Number Two, one of the questions was:
“Bill, do you have any skeletons in your closet?”
Fortunately, my closet was empty of skeletons—and even clothes back then in the 70s, when I was working for peanuts at Burdine’s (the original Macy’s).
That day I met President Carter’s cousin, Hugh. I was shown through the Oval Office, the Cabinet Room, and the Press Room. Needless to say, I was thrilled beyond measure.
I don’t need to tell you this job would have been in another galaxy from running downtown Miami eateries and bakeries. Boy, was I eager to get that position. Serving the president and heads of state? Lemme at it!
Ever yearned for a better job, significant other, house or car? You wanted it so bad you could taste it? Your mind continually reverted to that dream? It haunted you day and night?
I was not selected for that White House position.
(Or so I thought at the time . . . not knowing God’s plan for my life.)
They selected someone with less experience than me.
Sounds like Washington?
Perhaps right now you’re at a crossroads where things are out of your hands. The good news? Your life is in God’s hands—and His hands are much bigger and stronger than yours.
Even Jesus himself was rejected:
He is the stone rejected
by you, the builders,
which has become
The stone rejected by
the builders has become
By the way . . . two years later President Carter lost to Ronald Reagan.
I would have been out of a job, knocking on restaurant doors in Washington, rather than enjoying the fruits of my labor in sunny South Florida as I launched my own (politician-proof) business in early 1980.
Remember Jesus, and what happened after His big rejection.
He’s up there in Heaven, sitting right next to God.