I spoke with …
… no grace.
… no kindness
… no loving spirit.
… and with pure irritation.
Well, sorrr-eeee, Mr. I’m-getting-right-with-God. I’ll just go to another room. And my lovely wife took her phone conversation elsewhere.
Quick observation! I could have handled the situation with much more grace.
Well, duh! Tell me something I didn’t know. Any grace would have been “more grace.”
I had two better choices.
1) I could have, without fanfare, moved to another room.
2) I could have, without irritation, said, “I’m sorry, Honey, but I can’t concentrate. Would you, please, go to another room?”
The whole scenario though raises questions in my mind.
What purpose do devotions and/or “quiet” times serve?
Do my private devotions have public implications? Does my quiet time serve my community? If so, in what way?
How did Jesus handle the interruptions?
I’m curious. What do you think?
Dark Eyes, Deep Eyes
Two men. Two eternal destinies.
One common hope.
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