What a day! Taking care of things that have built up during our trip to Branson has consumed much of it, but not quite all. I plan to devote the remainder of the day to my family to help make up for what little they had of me this past week — funny how you can spend the week together, but when you’re out for business purposes they don’t really get as much of you as you might think!
Still, I wanted to post just one more “Unleavened Bread 2008” story, this one from a good friend (and reader of this blog! Howdy, GW!) we had the pleasure of meeting for dinner one evening this past week.
He said that he walked into a place one morning this week and there was a Krispy Kreme lady handing out donuts (I know: it’s “doughnuts” at Krispy Kreme…). As he came into the room, the lady seemed to virtually shove the donut in his face, and he was amused at his spontaneous reaction of shock and fear — almost as if she had pointed a gun at him! His reenactment was funny, and I sympathized.
It made me think about how much better off we would be if we took sin that seriously, treating it as a weapon of mass destruction instead of inviting it into our lives — seeing it as a source of death instead of an opportunity for quick thrills.
OK, did I say one more story? I should have said two, though this next one isn’t really a story, it’s a comment.
Being in Branson doing some Feast-prep workmeant being outside of my normal element, as well as eating out more than we would like. And while I did not slip in the leaven department (at least not knowingly), I must say that I cannot take all the credit for that, for much of it belongs to my wife.
Really, I don’t know how many times this past week I have said, “Well, we could eat here…” or “We could get one of those…” — suggesting paths that lead inevitably down Leaven Lane. It was my wife who routinely reminded me, “Dear, those are leavened…”
The lesson to me (one of a few) was that other people — good, honest, and willing to speak-the-truth friends — can be a real aid to helping us walk the straight and narrow. IF, that is, we don’t get too easily offended at the help.
There were a number of times I could have responded, “Honey, I know it’s the Days of Unleavened Bread! Do you think I want to go in there and ask them to start shoveling hamburger buns down my throat?!?” But (1) it wouldn’t have been the kindest of responses, (2) her intentions were completely sincere and lacking in self-righteousness, and (3) I was, frankly, benefiting greatly from her attentiveness — an attentiveness that I was sadly lacking at times.
(Is it 6:00PM already? Ack!)
I hope everyone out there has a wonderful conclusion to their observance of God’s festival tomorrow and a pleasant reintroduction to the world of the fluffy stuff. 🙂 Remember, leaven can picture good things, too (Matthew 13:33)!