I will grant I have a few eccentricities. But, far fewer than the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage has avowed through the years. Listening to her, a person might come to believe my eccentricities are without limit.
If the tables were turned, I could make an equally infinite list of eccentricities associated with my wife. Since she sets the table, who am I to turn it?
My wife thinks I am a little eccentric when it comes to pens. But, not so. I am just particular when it comes to using a writing instrument. After all, I’m a writer, and writers are experts when it comes to writing instruments. I sure could not play a musical instrument, but let me have a writing instrument and I can play all day long.
I sometimes go into an office supply store just to worship before the array of pens they have. Rarely do I walk away without taking one pen to the checkout counter and rescue it from obscurity.
I possess pens of every shape and color and purpose. As far as I am concerned, every pen has a particular purpose. I always carry on my person a variety of pens with a diversity of ink colors because you never know what you are going to write during the day. It would be beneath my dignity to use a pen for a purpose other than its intentional task.
Another thing some may consider eccentric is the fact I do not use other people’s pen, if at all possible. And I jolly well do not like others using my pen. It’s just the rule I go by.
I do not use your pen and you do not use my pen, and the world is a wonderful place to live in.
This past week I faced a crisis in this regard. I was standing in line at the post office minding my own business, thinking of the package I had to mail. If you have ever been in the post office line you know how long it can be and the longer it is, the less people they have to serve at the counter.
I was minding my own business when a woman came up and asked a simple question. I’m used to people asking me questions but this one put me in a bind.
“Could I borrow one of your pens?”
I lacked not in pens, for I had six in my shirt pocket. It was the principle of the thing that got me. I had six pens, she needed to borrow one, and everybody in the post office was looking at me, or so it seemed. My world stopped.
With some hesitation, I pulled a pen from my shirt pocket, put a smile on my face I did not really mean, and handed her my pen. It used to be my favorite pen, too.
Even the Bible says that everything has a purpose and every purpose has a season. “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” (Ecclesiastes 3:1).
The great challenge in life is to discover your purpose, and no matter how anybody else thinks about it, you stick to it and do it for the glory of God.
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 or e-mail email@example.com. His website is www.jamessnyderministries.com. The church website is www.whatafellowship.com.