It is a rare person or group of people who does not long to be exceptional. Nations build monuments to their own glory. Richard Nixon made sure his signature and title were engraved on plaques affixed to the Apollo 11 and Apollo 17 spacecrafts. I have had colleagues who demanded their students address them as doctor. Even religious groups (perhaps especially religious groups) want to bask in their specialness as God’s unique people. I am not convinced God is overly thrilled with our ego’s seeking ownership of His care and love.
One of the first songs I ever learned was, “Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world. Red and yellow, black and white, all are precious in His sight.” In Deuteronomy 10:17 we read, “For the LORD your God is the God of gods and the Lord of lords, the great, the mighty, and the awesome God who does not show partiality nor take a bribe.”
What a great verse that is. God does not take bribes. One’s largess means little if anything to Him since He was the one responsible for your having some wealth. It is like giving your children money enabling them to buy you a Christmas present. We want so badly to be special. The bad news is we aren’t. The good news is that doesn’t matter because each of us is a son or daughter of the King of the universe with all the rights and privileges that come with that. I say this with much fake humility since down deep in my heart I know my heavenly home will be nicer than yours. (I think that sentence just disqualified me from getting any home.) But wait He is able to save to the guttermost. I’m still in.
A sandwich is a wonderful thing. You start with two pieces of bread and the rest is all creativity. The possible combinations are infinite. The end product is a work of art spanning the culinary range of a PB&J to a Dagwood. I inherited my love for sandwiches from my father; though, I do hope my sandwiches are a bit healthier than his. His idea of paradise was two slices of white Wonder bread laden with mustard and Lebanon Baloney washed down with an ice cold Pepsi. It is no wonder he barely made it into his seventies. It doesn’t have to be that way. Depending upon one’s choices a sandwich can be extremely healthy.
Sandwiches are like people. We start with a baby and the possibilities are limitless depending upon what ingredients we use. Our choices range not only from the physical diet to surely the more important mental diet. We can fill the baby’s mind with wholesome, character building ideas or pour in useless drivel. As we age the choices become ours. We can watch endless hours of useless television or we can fill our minds with God’s Word thus preparing ourselves for a never ending life of infinite possibilities.
Psalm 119 is filled with promises of outstanding mental growth resulting from what we mentally ingest. “Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee.” Verse 11. “I have more understanding than all my teachers: for thy testimonies are my meditation.” Verse 99. “Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.” Verse 105. “I hate vain thoughts: but thy law do I love.” Verse 113.
A sandwich can grow stale. May that never happen to you and me. Stay fresh my friend.