My Wife Does The Most Disgusting Thing! I Almost Gag Just Thinking About It.

My wife does something that is really disgusting.

It’s so gross that I almost gag just sitting here thinking about it.

I know you’re not supposed to gossip or talk about others, but I just can’t help it.

The thing my wife does is . . .

. . . put a strainer in the kitchen sink drain so that it catches all the food scraps that might clog the drain.  I hate having to empty this slimy contraption when I wash the dishes.

(Now, for those of you who eased up in your seats to get a better view of a tidbit of juicy gossip, you may settle back into your comfortable position.)

A scrap strainer placed over the sink drain is designed to keep particles from flowing through the pipes and eventually building up into a clog. The captured food appears disgusting. But I can tell you from experience, the prevention is far less gross than a repair.

When it comes to our communication with others and about others, how many times would a strainer prove abundantly useful for our mouths, our ears, our eyes, and our fingertips.

If only we could purchase an inexpensive screen to filter our communication before we pass it on to another person.  If only we could buy a wire mesh which would prevent scrap-like communication from entering our minds. If such a device existed, it would majorly decrease our troubles. And it would amaze us just how disgusting the messages we often send and receive truly are.

But we can’t purchase such a device.

All we can do is work toward being quick to hear, slow to speak, and slow to anger. (James1:19).  When we realize that the things we say directly reflect the condition our hearts, then we may become more careful about what we send and receive. (Matthew 12:34-37). Being unable to restrain our communication renders our religion null and void. (James1:26).

May we ever strive to make our communication gracious, perfectly seasoned with the salt of Christlikeness. (Colossians 4:6).

(P.S. I received my wife’s permission to publish this as long as I included a disclaimer that I would not have to deal with a gross strainer if I would install a garbage disposal. But that’s another story completely.)


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What Difference Would It Have Made If Daddy And Mama Had Reared Us Just 1 Mile Away From Our Old Homestead?

I was born and reared in Metcalfe County, Kentucky near a small community called Center.  The settlement was at one time called Lafayette, but the name was changed to Center because it is centrally located between four county seats; Edmonton (Metcalfe County), Glasgow (Barren County), Munfordville (Hart County), and Greensburg, (Green County).  From my childhood home, one could find himself standing in any of the other three counties by walking 1- 2 miles as the crow flies in the correct direction.

Today, as I traveled home from Glasgow, I couldn’t help but wonder what my life would have been like had my parents or their ancestors decided to live just 2 miles from the family farmstead. Had I been raised in Barren, Hart, or Green Counties, what would have been different about my current life?

We would have known and developed close relationships with a totally different set of neighbors, so my childhood friends would have been totally different.  I would have gone to a different school system, so I would have probably never met my wife. Receiving a different degree of secondary education at the hands of different teachers may have prompted me to choose a different direction in my collegiate education and vocation.  My family and I may have easily gone to a different congregation of the Lord’s church so that my faith and christian attitudes may have developed differently.

The list could go on, but the point is, just a small change in my childhood life could have made all the difference in the choices I have made throughout my life which have determined much of who I am.

We need to remember this principle when it comes to trying to help others handle and overcome problems within their lives.  These people may have been reared relatively close to us.  Their racial, social, ethnic, economic, religious, and familial environment may have appeared to have been like ours in most every way.  But, throughout the years, just a small, seemingly insignificant difference between our situation and theirs may have made a vast difference between our respective viewpoints of life.

Trying to understand these small differences could easily be the key to succeeding in our desire to help one another.

“Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so also you must forgive. And above all these, put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.” (Colossians 3:12-14) ESV

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Convicted By My Own Kitchen Cabinet!

I pass by huge houses and often think, “Those who live in that house will one day give an account for how they have used or misused the material blessings God has given them. That house is far more extravagant than is necessary to provide for the essentials of life. Think of all the needy people that could be helped with the excess and waste.”

And then I unload the dishwasher in our own house.  I spend several minutes trying to rearrange a single kitchen cabinet devoted just to coffee making; a cabinet filled with coffee cups, large mugs, stainless steel, insulated containers, many types of sweeteners, and several different flavors of coffee and tea.  When I get ready to brew my coffee, I choose between three different brewing appliances.

And I think to myself, “Craig, one day you will give an account for how you have used or misused the material blessings God has given you. And based on this cabinet, you will fail.”

Beware of judging another person’s house based on its outward appearance, because you may very well find the inside of your own house filled with the same type of guilt.

“2 Now it is required that those who have been given a trust must prove faithful. 3 I care very little if I am judged by you or by any human court; indeed, I do not even judge myself. 4 My conscience is clear, but that does not make me innocent. It is the Lord who judges me. 5 Therefore judge nothing before the appointed time; wait until the Lord comes. He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and will expose the motives of the heart. At that time each will receive their praise from God.” (1 Corinthians 4:2-5) NIV

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Thanksgiving: Is This The Holiday Which Best Expresses One’s Feelings For Having The Opportunity To Meet You?

As far back as I can remember, Thanksgiving has always been an anticipated time for family get togethers.  The earliest gatherings I can recall involved my Mom’s extended family of aunts, uncles, cousins, parents and siblings.  We would either gather at our house, which was the old homestead, or at the home of one of the aunts.  Lively conversation, early Christmas gifts from our great aunts, huge meals, tossing a football around, visiting the sheep pens, and rabbit hunting all made the day special.

As time progressed, the extension and geographical spreading of the different family branches led to an evolution of the Thanksgiving family traditions.  We began to gather with only my Mom’s immediate family; her parents, her siblings, and our first cousins.  I can still recall the different recipes for which each lady was best known and some of the containers in which they were annually served. The extracurricular activities became more centered around watching football on TV and shooting pool if we were in an urban setting, or stripping tobacco and other chores if we met on one of the farms.

When I met and married my wife, this led to a further evolution of our Thanksgiving traditions.  The food was different.  Her family liked casseroles, and “odd” vegetables such as broccoli, asparagus, and Brussel sprouts.  Everyone drank tea made from a syrup. They played games such as charades, and everyone was expected to participate. The make-up of the group consisted of extended family from two or three different branches of the clan. There was also generally a couple of senior citizens who had been especially invited because they had no close family of their own with which to gather.

It took me a while to adapt to these “strange” new customs, but I learned to appreciate their value, especially that of inviting those who needed the fellowship even more than we did.

Throughout the years, as our immediate families have grown, our Thanksgiving traditions have changed and evolved.  For 4 years, Sarah and I have been privileged to share this holiday meal with our oldest daughter’s “in-law” family in Wisconsin.  This is something I would have never dreamed of 13 years ago.  Experiencing this family’s traditions has taught me much as well, especially about being truly thankful to God for all the blessings with which he has bestowed us.

If we live very many years on this earth, our lives will be filled with changes in traditions, people, and personal outlooks.  This year, as we enjoyed our meal with a beautiful christian family far from the geographical location of our own home, I couldn’t help but reflect upon the hundreds of people who have influenced my life.  Some have been family members. Some have been teachers.  Some have been fellow students and coworkers. Some have been mere acquaintances. Some have been spiritual brothers and sisters in Christ. Some are still influencing my life.  Others have gone on, either in death, or in a different direction of life.

But all have made some type of mark on my life.

I am thankful for these people and our encounters.

But if it is true that they marked me in some way, then it means that I have left some type of mark on each of their lives as well. It may have been a brief scratch or scribble, but it was a mark that can be specifically attributed to our encounter.

Knowing this makes me want to do everything I can to be sure that whatever impression I leave on the life of another person, it will be one worth fondly remembering and one for which he can always be thankful.

“Let no one despise you for your youth, but set the believers an example in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity.” (1 Timothy 4:12) ESV

“Therefore, if food makes my brother stumble, I will never eat meat, lest I make my brother stumble.” (1 Corinthians 8:13) ESV

“Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer each person.” (Colossians 4:6) ESV



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Fair or Not, Some People Just Need To Be Moved To The Front Of The Line.

From the time we are in preschool and kindergarten, we learn that “first come, first served” is the fair way of doing things. We are taught not to cut in line, even if our best friend saves a place for us or  let’s us in front of him, because our actions affect everyone in the line, especially those behind us.

Several years ago the front wheel drive went out of the 4 -wheel-drive Suzuki with which I twice daily rounded up my cows. This was my open-field protection from the herd bull. Like so many vehicles of it’s kind, the Suzuki  spun out in muddy fields if its 4-wheel-drive were not operational.

I went to our local mechanics shop to get my name on his repair list. I expected to have to wait several days before he could get to my vehicle. After explaining the situation, he told me that if he could get the part, he could repair it the next day. There were many cars in front of mine, and I told him I understood if he couldn’t get to it until he had repaired those vehicles. He responded that my situation was more of an emergency since I used my vehicle every day, and the other owners had backups available.

As promised, I used the Suzuki to herd the cows the following evening.

Today, my family and I experienced something very similar to this. Someone very dear to us needed emergency surgery.  There were others already scheduled, but she was moved to the front of the line.  This kindness may very well have saved her life, or at the very least aided in her recovery.

These examples raise the question,  “Is first come, first serve always the fair way of doing things? Or is it a basic principle that, like so many other principles, must be tempered and adapted with love, grace, and compassion?

Maybe we didn’t learn everything we needed to know about life in kindergarten, because sometimes life just cannot be fit into a one-size-fits-all set of rules.

23 “Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you tithe mint and dill and cumin, and have neglected the weightier matters of the law: justice and mercy and faithfulness. These you ought to have done, without neglecting the others.  24 You blind guides, straining out a gnat and swallowing a camel! ” (Matthew 23:23-24)


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Each One of Us Has At Least One Bull In His Life!

I always wanted to trust my bulls the way I trusted my cows.

I continuously kept at least one adult bull with my milking herd throughout the years that I operated our dairy.  Everyday, I openly walked unprotected in the midst of the herd.  Every day, I made myself venerable to 30 or 40 fifteen-hundred pound animals who were much stronger and faster than I was. Everyday I felt safe around every animal except one.  That was the bull.


Due to all the horror stories I had heard about farmers being unexpectedly attacked, maimed , and killed by these powerful creatures.  In many cases, no provocation or unusual circumstances were involved; the dairyman was simply going through the normal everyday routines, and out of the blue, the bull viciously attacked. Some of the attackers had been treated like pets. The owners bottle fed them as calves, then daily hand fed and petted them when they matured into adults. But in spite of the mutual friendship and respect the owner and the bull shared, one fateful day, for no reason, the pet maimed or killed the hand that fed it.

Dairy cows  (females) on the other hand are different. They are more submissive. True, a dairyman always needs to respect a cows speed and strength, and there may be stressful times when a farmer needs to keep a closer eye on them, but for the most part, dairy cows can be trusted to remain docile.

I always wanted to trust my bulls the way I trusted my cows, but I just couldn’t. I fed each bull daily and cared for his health to the degree that he would allow me to.  I tried to be his friend.  But almost every bull would eventually reach a stage in his life when each time I walked in the midst of the herd, he would stand away from it, head lowered, bellowing, and pawing the ground.  It’s hard to trust something like that.

I believe all of us have bulls in our lives; people that we just cannot convince ourselves to trust.

We  want to call these people our friends. We honestly care for them, trying our best to love them and care for them as Jesus cares for us.  We truly respect them as our fellow man.  But try as we might, we can never overcome that distrusting, leery feeling that spreads through our being each time we encounter them.

These feelings may be the result of things we were taught as children.  Horror stories, both true and fictional, may be the source of our distrust. These feelings may have infiltrated our psyche through reading social media posts, shared “news” stories, and viciously opinionated emotional blogs.  Highly prejudiced speakers and educators may have served as one source of our fear and distrust. Sometimes these feelings are the result of personal experiences and encounters.

The criteria for feeling distrustful and afraid of a group of people may range from race, nationality, religion, family name, sexual practices, their peers, appearances, addictions, or prison records.

We feel shame for our distrust.  We truly want to overcome it. But each time we personally encounter someone from our “selected” group, we find ourselves keeping a proper distance between us and them, always keeping a watchful eye on our back, and never walking in their midst.

I believe all of us have at least one bull in our lives; a group of people whom we intuitively fear and distrust. Even the most open-minded and most tolerant protester has at least one bull in his life; his bull is usually the group against which he is protesting. We may not admit it.  Probably most of us won’t. But the quicker we are willing to pull away our blindfolds, the sooner we can confront the problem, and the sooner we can truly become more like our Savior.

“14 Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse them. 15 Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep. 16 Live in harmony with one another. Do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly.Never be wise in your own sight. 17 Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all. 18 If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. 19 Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” 20 To the contrary, “if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” 21 Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” (Romans 12:14-21) ESV

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I Saw a Preacher Carrying a Bible and a Beer Can into Church Sunday!

Sunday morning, as is my custom, I arrived at the church building an hour ahead of time.  No one else was on the premises.  An empty beer can rolled around the parking lot, so I picked it up.  No one saw me.

This was not a short 12 ounce can, but was a tall bonus type container.  There was no way that I could conceal it in my hand.  There was no way that I could hide the labeling which revealed its former contents.  Anyone who saw me carrying it would have immediately recognized the container as a beer can.

A truck pulled up to the stop sign at the end of the parking lot.  The driver guided the truck slowly past me and waved.

Pretend with me for just a moment. You are that driver. You see a “preacher” walking toward a church building, carrying a Bible in one hand and a beer can in the other.  What do you conclude?

I took the can into the church building. I intended to throw it into a small garbage can in a seldom used classroom at the front of the auditorium.  But then its odor reached my nostrils and I decided that was not a good idea.  The room holds the copy machine and is also utilized as a dressing room for men who wish to be baptized.

Pretend with me for just a moment.  You are a visitor accompanying a member who has invited you to worship, or you are a candidate for baptism.  You walk into the room while your host makes copies or you are escorted into the room to prepare for your baptism. You immediately recognize the smell of alcohol.  You see the untarnished, recently emptied beer can in the garbage.  What do you conclude?

Not wanting to leave the can in the building, I took it back outside to my truck.  I didn’t want to hide it in the cab, lest some of the last drops soak into the carpet, so I placed it in the bed of my truck next to some empty styrofoam night crawler containers.  I concealed these by unrolling the flexible bed cover and securing it in place.  I hoped that no one would open the tailgate to sit on it after the services.

Pretend with me for a moment. You are a member of the congregation sitting on the open tailgate of the preacher’s truck.  You glance inside, underneath the bedcover, and you see some recently emptied nightcrawler containers and a recently emptied beer can.  What are your conclusions?

Paul said that love “does not rejoice at wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” (1 Corinthians 13:6,7 ESV).  In other words, love does not rejoice to find some wrongdoing in another person, but it rejoices to find the person doing right.  Since love rejoices in the righteousness of another, it does not assume the worst when circumstances appear to reveal the worst.  Love looks for and hopes for the best possible explanation.

Do we practice love?  When we see someone in a questionable situation or circumstance, do we give them the benefit of the doubt?  Or do we automatically jump to the worst possible conclusion?

I believe love prevailed in that truck driver who saw me carrying a Bible and a beer can last Sunday.  I believe love would have prevailed in a visitor, a candidate for baptism, or a member.

May love always prevail in each of us.

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Understanding the Relationship of the Background to the Primary Subject Matter Can Often Be the Key to Appreciating the Beauty of the Whole Painting

Our 10-year-old granddaughter sketched the drawing on the left of the picture located above.  When I first saw it, my wife asked if I recognized the homestead.  I mentally tried to identify the fence, the house, and the hillside, but came up with nothing. My wife then told me that it was a sketch of the painting printed on the drink coaster sitting by my computer.

I looked at the coaster (located on the right in the photo above), but I still didn’t see the homestead.  I saw flowers and apples, and I thought, “That’s not what our granddaughter used as a model.”  But then I looked deeper, and I saw the landscape in the background of the print.

Our granddaughter had chosen to bypass the beautiful flowers and delicious looking apples which standout at the forefront of the print.  She chose to highlight its backdrop; that which was intended to be an accessory for the focal points.

Why did she do so?

Did the landscape provide more of a challenge for her skills? Or did she choose it because it was easier for her to draw? Does she have more of an interest in landscapes than still-life? Does she have a unique ability for noticing and focusing upon the background of the scenes around her, more so than the elements at the forefront of the scenes?

I didn’t ask her because I doubt that she understands for sure why she chose to highlight the accessory rather than the intended subject. I just hope that she continues to do so because it is a trait that we all need to develop, especially when we deal with people.

We need the ability to look beyond the superficial façade which others readily display; whether the disguise be attractive or repulsive.  We need to be able to see the true beauty that lies deep within them. Or in some cases, we need to be able to see the turmoil that troubles them.

When we possess that skill, then we will come nearer being able to love them and to help others see their complete picture as well.

Understanding the relationship of the background to the primary subject matter can often be the key to appreciating the beauty of the whole painting.

“36 One of the Pharisees asked him to eat with him, and he went into the Pharisee’s house and took his place at the table. 37 And behold, a woman of the city, who was a sinner, when she learned that he was reclining at table in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster flask of ointment, 38 and standing behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment. 39 Now when the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would have known who and what sort of woman this is who is touching him, for she is a sinner.” 40 And Jesus answering said to him, “Simon, I have something to say to you.” And he answered, “Say it, Teacher.” 41 “A certain moneylender had two debtors. One owed five hundred denarii, and the other fifty. 42 When they could not pay, he cancelled the debt of both. Now which of them will love him more?” 43 Simon answered, “The one, I suppose, for whom he cancelled the larger debt.” And he said to him, “You have judged rightly.” 44 Then turning toward the woman he said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I entered your house; you gave me no water for my feet, but she has wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. 45 You gave me no kiss, but from the time I came in she has not ceased to kiss my feet. 46 You did not anoint my head with oil, but she has anointed my feet with ointment. 47 Therefore I tell you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven–for she loved much. But he who is forgiven little, loves little.” 48 And he said to her, “Your sins are forgiven.” (Luke 7:36-48) ESV

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The Day I Walked Out On A Woman Who Would Not Have Walked Out On Me

Granny lived in the old house across the road for about 35 years.  She moved there when I was about 7 or 8 years old.  She loved the simple life and would give away everything she had if she thought it would help someone.

Granny loved to help.  If dishes needed to be done, she did them.  If a garden needed to be weeded, she weeded it. If a little boy needed tutoring with homework, she tutored him. If a little girl needed snacks for a gaggle of friends, she spread the peanut butter and poured the Kool-Aid.

A multitude of memories and stories exist about this woman.  She was courageous enough to stomp a rattlesnake to death, physically strong enough to survive two major heart attacks and still garden and care for others, and spiritually strong enough to survive the loss of two husbands and to rear five well grounded children.

But there came a day when her strength began to fail; and her memory began to fail, and her courage began to waver. About a year before she died, Granny developed Alzheimer’s.  She did not want to go to a nursing home.  Her children did not want her to go.  So she continued to live in the little house across the road.

The family did their best to provide someone to stay with Granny 24/7. Sometimes it was a family member.  Sometimes it was a hired caregiver.  But somebody was usually there with her every minute of the day.

As the disease progressed, so did Granny’s fears. I suppose she comprehended that she was losing her ability to care for herself and becoming disabled in any capacity frightens even the most courageous.

One morning, as I was completing my morning milking and feeding chores, I heard Granny yelling my name.  She was standing on her front porch.  As I crossed the road to see what she needed, she went back into the house.  I found her curled up in her bed.  She said that there was no one there, (The night caregiver had gone home, and it was going to be about an hour before one of the family members could arrive.), and that she felt sick (a ploy she was learning to use to for manipulation purposes).  She asked if I could stay with her till someone arrived.

I knew the sick part was a ploy, but she looked so feeble and helpless laying curled in the fetal position in her bed.  She was really just asking for help because she was afraid to be alone. I thought about staying.

But I had chores to do; bottle calves to feed; hay to put out; the milkers to wash and the barn to clean; plus some unique farming activities that I had planned.  In my mind, all this had to be done by a certain time.  I could not be late.

So I told Granny that I would keep an eye on her and that I would not leave the farm until I knew someone had arrived to stay with her.  I told her that if I completed my chores before anyone arrived, I would come sit with her until everything worked out.

And I left her curled up in the bed.

Everything did work out that day. The family member arrived as planned. Granny was not sick. And I got my work done.

But you know, I can’t remember any details about  the things that were so pressing that day.  I know that I did finish my work on time, but that had no bearing whatsoever on the success or failure of the farm.

What I do remember is that I walked out on a frightened little old woman whom I loved; a woman who would not have walked out on me.

Each time that particular memory flashes through my mind, I wish that I had taken the time to sit with my Granny for that hour.  It may not have changed anything about her health or her life, but it would have changed several hundred moments of mine.

Time cannot be relived.  Use it wisely while it is yours to use.  You will thank yourself many times over.

“15 Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, 16 making the best use of the time, because the days are evil.” (Ephesians 5:15-16) ESV

“12 Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, 13 bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. 14 And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.” (Colossians 3:12-14)ESV


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Corn on the Cob: It’s as Good a Standard By Which to Judge Someone as Anything.

Yesterday, several of us from church made our annual trip to a christian Bible camp to provide the day’s meals for the campers and staff. The menu for the evening meal included corn on the cob. To facilitate the flow of the line, I stood at the end of the food counter offering to apply squeeze butter for the diners.

Keep in mind that when I was growing up, fresh corn on the cob was both a summer staple and delicacy. The question asked at the table surrounded by we 5 kids was not, “Do you want corn?” but “How many ears can each of us have?”

Once we received our allotment, each hot ear of corn was rolled on the top of a stick of butter until the butter dripped onto our plates. Salt and pepper was applied. And then the feast began. Some of us would eat typewriter style from end to end. Others would rotate the cob, eating all the kernels from a single section. But a meal was not complete unless we had to wipe the butter from our noses and we had sucked the cobs dry of their delicious juices.

With these memories in mind, I stood ready with two bottles of butter along with several packets of salt and pepper. I expected to be kept busy fulfilling the requests of the campers and staff. To my surprise, I had plenty of time for both maintenance of my supplies and contemplative observation of the dietary tastes of the diners.

At least half of all the people who came through the line did not request the corn on the cob. Of the half who did get the corn, at least half declined the offer of butter. Of those who did accept the butter, at least half declined the offer of salt and pepper.

As I stood there, I couldn’t help but ask myself, “What’s wrong with these people? Don’t they know what’s good? Why would anyone not like corn; especially corn on the cob? And if you do like it, why would you not like enhancing its flavor with butter, salt, and pepper? This just isn’t right.”

Needless to say, when I fixed my own plate after everyone else had been served, my plate contained plenty of corn smothered in butter and seasoned according to taste.

The question now arises, what was the flaw in my thinking?

I was basing my assumptions on my own agricultural background, my own rearing concerning the practices of consuming certain foods, and my own likes and dislikes. There was not a thing wrong with any of the choices which any of the diners made. The choices were just not in agreement to my likes and dislikes.

When something like this happens, it is easy for us to begin questioning the philosophy and reasoning of the other people. It is tempting for us to begin labeling those who are different than us as being crazy, nonsensical, odd, weird, unique, etc.

But the reality is that many times, we are the odd ones. We are the different ones.

Spiritually, God has given us some commands and doctrines about which we cannot differ or modify. Jesus’ being the only way to the Father is a prime example. (John 14:6). Baptism being the point at which one has his sins washed away and is saved is another excellent example. (Mark 16:15-16; Romans 6:3-7; 1 Peter 3:20-21; Acts 22:16)

However, God has given us the freedom to differ about culture, foods, family traditions, dress, etc. In these things, we must respect one another’s preferences and realize that we cannot use our own standards by which to judge one another. (Romans 14:1-12)

Yesterday, I wanted to use my opinion as the standard of judgment. But it turned out I was the oddball of the group. I’m sure glad opinions and majority rule aren’t the standard by which God will judge us.


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