I was meeting with some Christian friends the other night, discussing things that matter to the body of Christ and by extension, the world around us. Central to our conversation was the mandate to reach others, the redeemed and the lost, through the written word. Important questions asked included, “How can we improve our craft?” and “How can we expand our outreach?” In regards to the second question, I believe I can attract more readers to this blog by obtaining a list of persons recently Baker acted, but apparently HIPAA laws, or some such falderal, restrict this information. The Great Commission calls us to go and make disciples, and if given the ability and opportunity to do so through writing, we need to be obedient.
And as it does, talk turned from loving God and our neighbors to a similarly weighty matter, that of Pop Tarts. The way I see it, there are two kinds of people: those that prefer their Pop Tarts frosted, or sociopaths. Now I may be wading into uncharted theological waters here, but if the Lord didn’t want Pop Tarts to be frosted, He wouldn’t have given us chemists. To my utter dismay, there were a few among us that are team unfrosted. One guy doesn’t like Fig Newtons either, bless his heart. As to whether Pop Tarts should be toasted, or if the chocolate cinnamon offerings are better than fruit, we can agree to disagree. I suppose.
Variety, after all, is the spice of life. We may enjoy extolling the wisdom of those with similar tastes and distastes, agreeing together that we are obviously more evolved than the great unwashed contrarians in our midst. But that would get boring quickly, and become as stale and bland as the unwrapped, unappealing, unfrosted Pop Tart, languishing mournfully on a generic paper towel. Where would be the introduction and challenge to new and different things? Where would be the discovery of a new friend, experience, or delight? Where would be the challenge to grow?
(Click “Stand On Firmer Ground” for a deeper look into Sinners, Saints, and Pop Tarts)