|Jan 31, 2013||Sailor Left the Sea|
|Jan 30, 2013||The Fix|
|Jan 29, 2013||Fishless|
|Jan 28, 2013||My Job's Harder|
|Jan 27, 2013||What You See Is What You Carry|
|Jan 26, 2013||Thatís Bad, Thatís Good|
|Jan 25, 2013||Defender of the Weak|
|Jan 24, 2013||Clean|
|Jan 23, 2013||Bleacher Chatter|
|Jan 21, 2013||The Lively Street|
|Jan 20, 2013||Saintly Seeds|
|Jan 19, 2013||Lover Boy|
|Jan 18, 2013||A Patient Man|
|Jan 17, 2013||Silent Performance|
|Jan 16, 2013||Almost Infinitesimal|
|Jan 15, 2013||A Prayer for the Warrior|
|Jan 14, 2013||Money, Money, Money|
|Jan 13, 2013||New Hope|
|Jan 12, 2013||Temper, Temper|
|Jan 10, 2013||The Idealist|
|Jan 9, 2013||The Parenthood Club|
|Jan 8, 2013||Faith and Luck|
|Jan 7, 2013||Eye Light|
|Jan 6, 2013||Green Eggs|
|Jan 4, 2013||Far from Eden|
|Jan 3, 2013||The Negotiation|
|Jan 2, 2013||Spring Ball|
|Jan 1, 2013||Angels Donít Eat|
Title: Green Eggs
Date: January 06, 2013
Georgie’s grandmother came from Greece. He loved her, but her house smelled a little old and funny. She cooked funny, too – like eggs. Her scrambled eggs turned green, and tasted strange. His mother’s scrambled eggs were yellow, like eggs should be. His grandmother talked funny, and smelled funny, and the house was filled with old things, like a pedal-operated sewing machine and a gramophone with old time black and scratchy records that she played.
When Georgie was a grown man, he accidentally discovered the cause of the green-colored scrambled eggs. His grandmother had used dark green olive oil, which accounted for the “funny” flavor, too. It was at about that same time that he learned that being different, coming from a different culture, or a different religion, or a different church, isn’t wrong, or bad, or evil, and that there’s more than one way to scramble an egg.
When the early church was forming there were those living in Jerusalem who thought that scrambled eggs had to be yellow – I mean, that there was only one way of doing things. They believed members had to be Jewish – not Greeks, not Romans and not anything else.
It was the apostle Paul who forced the issue, eventually convincing everyone eggs could be yellow, green, or covered in red Tabasco – I mean – there’s room for more than one type of Christian faith.
Let’s Pray: Dear God, aren’t there rooms enough in heaven for all of us? Help us get along on earth even when our perspectives differ. Amen.
Here’s a Thought: God has room for all.
Source: "In My Father's house are many mansions."--John 14:2