I still remember the weeks previous to that day I lost my job from the school I was teaching. The elementary school principal had been harassing me constantly, even if I did things the way the administrators wanted; all of my efforts were always wrong. I felt stressed and totally depressed. It was hard for me to keep a straight face for my students, my daughter and my family who were always calling me to see how were things doing. I would refuge myself in prayer and also in my colleague teacher who was also feeling stressed by the overwhelming work that wouldn’t allow us to enjoy life.
It felt like a prison: we were confined to our endless hours of work because time during the days and nights was just not enough. My voice was hoarse, my blood pressure was high; my body was reflecting what my mind and emotions were battling against. It was like a time bomb.
Then, some strange events happened. I was being transferred to another area with another principal. I was relieved but my relief would be short lived. The elementary principal managed to detain my transfer for one more week so she could manage to make some write ups and get me fired. She falsely accused me of insubordination because it was the only reason she could make up to get me fired. I had never been late, I had never been absent, my lesson plans and my work were always on time, I was respected by colleagues, my students and their parents. But she didn’t like me because I had the same MA. Ed she had plus I was bilingual unlike her. She felt I was a threat. (Not that I was interested in her position anyway).
Yes, I questioned why God had allowed me to leave the place that had been my home for so long and arrive to Texas to go through such a sad experience. Where was God when I was praying to Him? Had he been listening to my voice? Had He been seeing my tears? Where was His justice? After that experience, the human in me wanted revenge. But God told me that He would pay; that I had to let Him do His work. Through His Word, He told me that He would sustain me. But it was very, very hard for the human in me.
Before a whole month went by, I had found another job. But still the human in me; kept fighting inside. I fought the grudge, the frustration, the sadness and hopelessness. But God kept telling me that He would pay. I had been working for a month now and I wanted to call one of my colleagues to see how they were doing. But this past Friday, one of them called me. She told me that there had been a huge firing at the school and that she had been laid off because of overstaffing. I was sad for her; but I offered all the help I could give her about how I had survived for these past two months. Then she told me: “Six teachers were laid off and only one administrator: the elementary school principal was fired too.”
Yes, God had done His justice. I didn’t have to move a finger or get revenge on my own. God had done it for me. Her “victory” was short lived. I just hope that through this experience, that old principal learned a valuable lesson. That sooner or later, evil deeds are like a boomerang; they will come right back at you.
So let’s just do good to our fellow man; that will also come right back at us.