There is a long difference between a scarlet letter and being Hester’s pimp.
There is a long difference between loving someone or something and worshipping them.
There is a long difference between depression and contentment.
There is a long difference between being correct and being loving.
There is a very long distance between lie and truth.
Long differences are worth a study. Where do you fall on the spectrum? Where do you need clarity? If you find yourself always in the gray, the middle of those scenarios and others, you need to examine your heart, read your Bible and pray more. The closer you get to the Lord, the more truth and love seep in and wisdom and maturity develop. And this is beautiful!😄❤
There is always two ways of doing anything. One might be better for one person and one might be better for another. I do not frown upon anyone’s different way of doing it for I want the same consideration. (I am not talking about blatant sins like sleeping with someone not married to or killing or worrying and so on- those things are never acceptable as Christians.) As far as teaching or rearing children or cooking or clothing or whatever, judgments need to be withheld to promote diversity and independent thought. Maybe someone’s different way of doing something works brilliantly if tried or is all that works for them. Judging in this way is divisive and divisiveness is cursed in the Bible. We need to accept and love and build each other up and not sit around criticizing like you know the only right way. That is arrogance and harms the kingdom of God. In all that you do, promote unity in the body of Christ, foster acceptance and embrace differences as part of the plan, because it is. Who are you to question God’s design? Who am I to do so? We have a great example of this in Job. And his humility in the end of the rebuke from God directly is our example of how to correct it and make it right. Going through things, just humbly accept and pray about it and I bet you will be through it much faster and rewarded in the end.❤
I am not generally an organized planner. I am a visionary, a visual goal setter and achiever, a big picture the details will work themselves out, stay up late and get things done and then sleep in person. I am married to an organized planner who rises early. What happens is I am criticized and verbally abused for not being an organized planner person who rises early and is immediately ready to function at high cognitive levels. I am berated for being different, wired differently by God for a purpose instead of encouraged to set goals and take care of big picture issues. I am squashed and suppressed for being different instead of encouraged. This limits my ability to be all God wants me to be. I say that not to bash my husband. He thinks he is helping me in his way and I know loves me and means well. The point is that we are all made differently to be able to work together to accomplish things for God, to be constructive and functional. When people are made to think and act like everyone else, not nearly as much can be accomplished. Yes, there is compromise so we can function and get along but there has to be a way to not kill a person’s design and spirit. We are all made to work together, all part of God’s design.
We all have different experiences going through life. Many people may have many similarities and yet something will be different about their upbringing. Some people have horrible things they travel through on their life’s journey while some people appear to never run into an ounce of hardship. All of these things make us who we are. I would rather have gone through all that I have gone through and realize who I am now on this journey rather than never have faced pain and still be uncertain if I can. Nonetheless, our experiences make our brains unique and heart unique and thus our perspective of everything is quite different than anyone else’s. There is no “normal”. There is a social stability factor that tells people if you fit into society’s mold or not but every society’s mold is quite different, so that changes also. Coming from such diverse thought patterns and perspectives, it is a wonder we don’t fight more. Oh, that’s right- we do. The thing is it will never get better until we appreciate another person’s journey as different than our own. They may look at an elephant and see it as being gray. You may see it as more of a blue. Instead of fighting over which one is right, why not both appreciate the fact that you are both seeing an elephant, which is a very cool common experience. See the point? The common bonds and creates peace. The differences and pride to be right tears and promotes harm. To create peace, it goes back to respect for the other person and pouring effort into discovering commonalities, like our mutual Creator, for instance, and focusing on that as opposed to forcing your “correct” perspective while focusing on differences. We all have very different perspectives, it is true, but we can still have peace by focusing on what we have in common.
Buchanan, Michigan is my home town. It is a small farming town in Southwestern MI about a half hour from Lake Michigan and the same from South Bend, Indiana where Notre Same lives. The Great Lakes region is very friendly and warm and inviting, which almost makes up for being under cloudy skies and cooped up for about half the year, which is how long winter lasts and lingers. Up there, people wear shorts and t-shirts when it hits the balmy temperature of 60 degrees F. People speak very correctly but some little things are a tendency to connect words in a sentence. Michiganders say the word “ought” a little differently than people from other states. We also use our hands as maps and talk about distance in time it takes because how long differs with road conditions. Spring is sacred when it finally arrives and everything is so beautiful and flowers smell so wonderful that you almost don’t remember that you were plowing your driveway a week ago! Also, an I credible thing in Michigan is the food! Wow. Fertile ground provides excellent nutrition for everyone’s gardens and you can pick your own or grow your own apples, cherries, blueberries, peaches, vegetables of all kinds, etc. and it has such incredible color and flavor! So, of course, you eat a lot there. From Michigan, I moved to Kingston, Pennsylvania, close to Scranton and Wilkes-Barre, PA. This area had a lot of mountains and amazing waterfalls and trails. Scenery was beautiful but some of the worst roads you’d ever want to drive on. Four seasons were still present but the valleys were kept pretty clear. There was a feeling there of stepping back in time. Houses were right next to each other and looked a lot alike, three stories, skinny and deep. A lot of Polish people were there and much talk of pirogues and Kielbasa. The sausage I liked but the fried mashed potatoes in dough you can keep until it matures into flavor of any kind. People are nice but wary of outsiders. Decent soil but not as many gardens and farms were there. Boca Raton, Florida, which is mostly filled with snow bird or relocated New Yorkers and New Jersey folks and about half Jewish. People there are very much enjoying the best life has to offer. Very subtle seasonal changes are seen and much time is spent pool or beach side and boating is huge in the Intercoastal. Things are expensive. Very few people have gardens because the soil is nutrient poor sand, however citrus grows well and is quite enjoyable. The scenery is immaculate with many tropical plants and palms and colorful flowering trees, but very few plants have any scent at all. Birdwatching is quite an enjoyable past time there. I’ll talk about Glendale, California and Lakeland, Florida and may mention Johnson City, Tennessee and Bloomfield, Indiana in my next installment. Must sleep.