TINY HINGES OPEN BIG DOORS

a writing by James Stephen Thompson

Tiny Hinges Open Big Doors

Matthew 6:1-4 Be careful not to practice your righteousness in front of others to be seen by them. If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven. So when you give to the needy, do not announce it with trumpets, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honored by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.

Spoken through emphasis by a clear statement of words unto a squad of workers not keen to fight back at the management, their order from a squad member was brought forth; "Break it off, home and tea. For once you deserve it, well done everybody." The squad of workers then turned their back on all of the management team, all being so to return following such a struggle unto their own open plan office. It was at that moment when the head of the squad did call; “You, fetch the management squad a bottle of Scotch Whiskey, and make it fast!”

It was here once back within their own open plan office where each other member of the workers squad took to the seat at their desk, so to relax. One of them wasted no time in bringing up his comment of the bastards they had left behind. “At least we know what the Jerries are going for. Our boss gives us all sound advice. 99% sound, 1% advice!”

However, it was now their turn to sit in comfort, although feeling tired and exhausted, and to still be on alert whilst having a chat amongst themselves was their ambition. Hot and helpful drinks were being served unto all, all so as to help bring them back to health for further work. Some of them, although having the need of being on sharp alert, managed to place their feet up onto their desk- top so as to attain that feel of further relaxation. It was as they all rested, and so as to blackout all arguments and discussions from the management squad next door, they relied on BBC radio instrumental music so for peace of mind. The cool tune; “A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square” competed with intention so to help them all chill out and calm down back to stillness and silence too.

As for the weather conditions that day, it was believed to be awfully humid and a heavy storm had been forecast. What was disturbing the squad of workers meanwhile, was that their radar certainly was forecasting a storm, yet on approach from which direction, they could not manage to work out. A variety of conclusions were reached yet were not solved.

It was then when the Manager entered in through the entrance into the office stating unto all, “Muck and filth everywhere, it’s like a pig sty.” He then added; “As least we know what has to be dealt with, thick and fast.”

He then continued at such volume whilst having all the working squad on alert: “So few of the stands or otherwise frames as well as all medical files, are not fire resistant. In a variety of other parts of such accommodation and cabinets, folders and sheets of medical information remain stranded as they appear intermingled with heavy layers of dust that spreads across various areas of all filing upon each and every floor.” A member of the workers team then turned to one of his mates and stated; “what did I tell you? 99% sound and 1% advice!

It was at that very moment of time when a strike of lightening and clap of loud thunder also, suddenly came to pass and shook the whole building. The sudden change of atmospheric pressure had stunned the whole office. “Gods teeth;” stated the boss before all. A storm had emerged as scenes from above were now representing such a shade of air force blue and grey as such strong heavy torrential rain did now fall and hammer upon all panels of windowpanes. A sort of gust or monsoon had suddenly built up catching everybody by surprise, if not shock. Astounded members of the office squad peered out of the glazing from within the building and showed fear of a further flash of lightening and extremely, heavy clap of thunder. Such scenes and sounds also now within such a dim light were bringing with them, such an expected change in weather conditions through scenes of yet further darkness now rapidly drawing in and appearing to represent, signs of a battle up above breaking out and occurring without warning.

At that moment and from out of the blue and soaked to the skin, came the squadron worker and his mate who had been with him so to obtain that blessed bottle of Scotch Whiskey for the sake of the management squad. He entered feeling declined and upset only to report of the sudden storm that had come upon him: “It came down on us from nowhere, we were all caught in it.” He continued; “Here ring those Bells!”

The shock of such a storm welcoming itself, had terrified certain members to death, especially the feminine employees from within the management squad. A fair number of them now desperate for a glass of double Whiskey, were now lighting a cigarette as a fair number of others, were in tears. The head unto all then spoke up to each one of them one at a time; “pull yourself together!”

The two caught in the storm were now safely back in their office with their mates. The one the boss had pointed to back at the time of choosing a person, stated unto all present; “tiny hinges open big doors,” and then continued; “I noticed the words above that enormous doorway into the building, ‘Mind Your Head!’” He continued; “The bastards are up to something. Once you are into it, you understand more than they realise. If they take very much to that bottle of extra strong Scotch I brought for them, they shall not even manage to catch a sausage. Take my word, It is better to put God before the radar.”

The heavy outdoor storm meanwhile had soon enough past over and all workers within were now in a further storm as the management squad reeled and staggered like a drunken man, and they were at their wits' end. All the squad of workers however agreed; “Where are they taking themselves. The Vultures, they made that mess, they can clear it up. Remember, add a measure of water to your whiskey!”

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