Birds of a Feather
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Birds of a Feather

I passed a very specific group of people this weekend and found myself grateful that I did not have to associate with them.  My sons would accuse me of being an elitist but I would argue that was not the case.  It was not that I felt that I was better than those in that group.  Not at all.  It is just that talking with them would be uncomfortable because we have so little in common.  Conversation would be strained and artificial.  I cared little about what seemed important to them.  I could have asked them lots of questions.  I don’t mind appearing ignorant; I am in many areas.  And while I could have informed myself, I really didn’t care to.  It’s true that birds of a feather flock together and for very good reason.  It is comfortable.

Jesus tells us we must love each other.  He does not expect us to like each other.  I doubt if Jesus liked Herod the night Herod had Jesus beaten. Sometimes we err in confusing liking and loving.  Loving is wanting the best for you and wanting the best for your family.  Liking is wanting to spend time with you.

I have never understood Will Rogers’s famous line that he never met a man he didn’t like.  He was so much more eclectic than I.  I wish I were like him.   (That’s a different use of the word “like.”  No wonder English is difficult.)

Jesus’ comfort level with everyone has always intrigued me.  He was comfortable with the lowest of the low and seemed equally comfortable with the wealthy.  He was a common man.  He was a man who labored with His hands. He was royalty. I really wish I were like Him.

Written by Roger Bothwell on March 23, 2010

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