Thinking is not my strong suit by any stretch of the imagination. Every time I start thinking, I either get a headache or get into trouble. I’m not sure which is worse, the headache or the trouble.
On the other side, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage is always thinking. Most of the time, she is thinking about jobs I should be doing. I don’t know how she does it, but she can come up with a list of “honey-do’s” that will occupy all my time. Of course, I must confess, while I am doing these “honey-do’s” I am thinking, but not thoughts that I would like to come out into the public arena.
I have learned through the years that there are several questions that I should never ask my wife. One is, “Honey, what are you doing?”
You would think after decades of interaction with her I would know what to say and what not to say. Because I don’t give much to thinking, I usually speak without thinking, which always gets me into trouble. If I could think through something, I just might escape the trouble that I get into.
Just the other day I came home from working at the office and my wife was sitting in the chair and I asked “the” question. “Honey, what are you doing?”
Without any delay, she responded to my inquiry by saying, “I was just thinking,” she said without giving me any opportunity to respond, “that we ought to go to the mall this afternoon and do a little bit of shopping.”
“Well,” I said as hesitatingly as possible, “we might not have enough time to go this afternoon to the shopping mall.”
“I was just thinking,” she responded, “that we could go to the shopping mall this afternoon and then stop by a restaurant and have supper out together. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? What do you think?”
If I had just the energy to think through this kind of thing, I would have guessed that she had an ulterior motive in going to the shopping mall.
“If we go out for supper tonight,” she explained, “we will have plenty of time to go to the mall this afternoon.” With that, she smiled one of those contagious smiles that I have not yet been able to resist.
Driving to the mall that afternoon I had a variety of thoughts jingling through my mind. One predominant thought was, “How much is this going to cost?”
Although my wife thinks a lot, this is one area where her thinking never penetrates. I suppose that is my responsibility to think about the money aspect of everything. The problem is, the more I think about it, the less I really like it.
As we were coming home after supper at the restaurant my wife said, “I was just thinking what a wonderful afternoon this was. I’m glad you came up with this idea.”
I pondered about that for a while and could not remember when I came up with this idea. I thought it would be better for me just to go along with her thought, which would make everybody in the car happy.
As we were driving home, I happened to think of a passage in the Old Testament. “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord.” (Isaiah 55:8).
I may not be big on thinking, but I take comfort in the fact that God thinks about me all the time.
Rev. James L. Snyder is pastor of the Family of God Fellowship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with his wife, Martha, in Silver Springs Shores. Call him at 1-866-552-2543, 352-687-4240 or e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org. His website is www.jamessnyderministries.com. The church website is www.whatafellowship.com.