25 Jul To Each His Own
We spent the afternoon at an art museum. How interesting that some of the galleries were wonderful and filled us with awe while others were filled with junk. It is so true that one man’s treasure is another man’s trash. This is evident at yard sales. It is so glaring at an art museum. One room housed stuff I would be ashamed to put out at a yard sale. It seemed sacrilegious to keep it in a room across the hall from Monets and Rembrandts. I think I will approach them about paying me for filling a room with nothing and entitling it “Space for Meditation.”
Last evening I received a marketing phone call wanting to sell me a trip to Las Vegas. When I said I couldn’t be less interested the caller wanted to know where I wanted to go. I told her I wanted to sit on my patio with a good book and a cold drink on a warm summer evening in New England. To each his own.
I’m glad we have individualized tastes. The world would be boring if we all liked the same music, the same books, the same food, etc. Sampling new things is quite fun. However, it’s always nice to come home to the things we like. I go to a church that has very tame music. I have friends who prefer a bit more spirit. (Actually quite a bit.) When I preach at my home church and it gets very quiet I know I have them. Other cultures prefer lots of amens, hallelujahs and praise the Lords. The more noise the more animated the preacher. I think Heaven will have different worship services to make everyone feel at home. God has no favorites. See Acts 10:34.
Written by Roger Bothwell on July 25, 2014
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