It Used To Be…

Today I stopped at the post office looking for a tube to mail 2 Red Wings’ posters to Aaron for his new office area.  It’s not a big post office here in Brownsburg, IN.  They do not have a lot for sale.  No tube was in sight so I went up to the counter and asked if they had mailing tubes.  The clerk pointed to the area where they were.  Now, when I think of a mailing tube, I think of a plastic, cylindrical object.  These tubes at the post office were long, narrow, rectangular, brown, cardboard containers.  The posters will fit inside well and will be on their way to St. Paul today; however, I still struggle with calling these packaging containers “tubes.”  *smile*

It’s interesting how the mind works and gets stuck at times along life’s way.  It used to be that the King James’ version of the Bible was the only one I would use until I read some of the other versions.  Now my mind accepts other translations. 

It used to be that I only traveled to work on 65N to 38th Street to 465 to 74 to Ronald Reagan to Main Street to Hornaday to Tilden to Prairie Court to the back way of coming into Messiah’s parking lot.  Now I’ve realized a myriad of other ways that get me there and back.  Now my mind accepts other routes.

It used to be that I only drank tea.  Then I started drinking coffee again in New Orleans and visited Starbucks in Seattle and received a Keurig from my kids for Mother’s Day one year that offers me options of different coffees, teas, hot cider, hot chocolate and more.  Now my mind accepts many hot beverages.

So why do I come to church week after week?  Why do I attend Bible studies?  To not get stuck in my thinking about God.  To not get stuck in how I worship God.  To hear the same thing again in a new light because someone else said it.  To hear that oh-so-great-message of God loving me one more time so I can share it with others.  So that now my mind can accept that grace again. 

Stay close to Christ.  Stay close to your worshiping community or maybe find one if you don’t have one.  You need it.  I need it.  Our minds need it.  Our souls need it. 

May we be confident that  “the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”  Philippians 4: 7 (KJV) *smile*

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