My son is a picky eater. His disinterest in meat at most of our meals has led to him declaring himself a veterinarian. (I know, I know, but that's too cute to correct.) So I was not expecting that when he had two friends over to hang out (read: play date, but at age 10.5 it's probably not cool to call it that anymore), that baking a large pepperoni pizza would not be enough for them. But I got requests for seconds so in went another pizza. And then pop went the oven.
After as much investigating as one can do without paying for a service call (i.e. Google), I discovered that the control panel died, rendering the oven useless beyond storage for extra bakeware. My husband and I are not handy. You would avoid eye contact with us if you saw our toolbox. So with that pop came utter despair. Because we knew that we would have to fork out a large sum of money to replace the range if we didn't hand it over to a repairman to fix it. Nightmares of an autumn without roasted root veggies and a cookie-less Christmas have not ceased. How sad that my culinary existence could be so dramatically changed with a mere 'Pop!' No blazing kitchen fire, no vehicle crashing through our house, no rabid brown bear escaping from north Algonquin to sneak into my suburban townhouse to tear out the oven door in a grizzly rage.
Just a pop. Hmpf.
It reminded me of a teaching I heard once. Most believers can concede that we are all sinners. But we suffer from the delusion sometimes that the grizzly bear sinners are much further removed from the love of God than His beloved moi, much more innocent with my wee pops. And then we treat each other as such. Because, come on, I just gossip a little - don't even make eye contact with that dude, he's a cheater!
But guess what? Either way, the oven wouldn't have worked. It's either on or off. There aren't degrees of doesn't work. Doesn't work is doesn't work. And milder, lower profile sins warrant repentance and rebuilding our relationship with the Father just like a louder, more socially-abhorred sin would. So maybe we need to cut each other some slack.
Now that summer BBQ season is winding down, there's no more dwelling on pops and cursing pizzas and bears (oh my). It's time to focus how to bring my kitchen back to life.
When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.” (John 8:7 NKJV)