No Record of Wrongs & The Blues
I went to my buddy's wedding last night. It was a wonderful ceremony. Not long, sentimental, or sappy. Short, sweet. Both Bride and Groom are straight-talkers, so the ceremony had a certain uncensored quality. And that was even before the bar opened for business! 1 Corinthians 13, as is fairly typical, was recited. So easy to read, so hard to do. The routine of the verses obscures the challenges. Reminds me when I visited Colorado a while back. The first week, I was astounded by the Rocky Mountains. The second week I had acclimated to the scenery and it was the new normal. I remember lifting weights in a Gold's Gym in Denver with the peaks in the background. Ho-Hum. One more rep. Hearing 1st Corinthians is truly majestic. In our familiarity of knowing it, it is diminished. Like climbing to the apex is difficult, seeing it, observing it, looking at it, is not the hard task. Doing it is the challenge. In Colorado, I climbed Mt. James with two YMCA staffers on what was