Archive for December, 2014

I’m very particular about the kind of spoons I use: If I’m having a bowl of ice cream (though I actually put my ice cream into a coffee mug — not a bowl), I must use the largest spoon we have.

The only other time I use this spoon is when I have soup.  I just cannot have soup without this large spoon.


But we also have two, mid-sized spoons, which I’ll call “second-string” and “third string.”

Things were simpler when we only had the “third-string” spoon, which at the time was the “second-string” spoon.


Alas, for whatever reason, my wife Maureen bought these other, mid-sized spoons (without consulting me first).  This still confuses me: two, mid-sized spoons, but with slightly different shapes.

I’m not sure why, but now I only use my “third-string” spoon (again, this used to be my “second-string” spoon) to put honey into my oatmeal (the real kind of oatmeal, which I proudly make myself).

Now, for my cereal, I ONLY use the newer, “second-string” spoon.  It CANNOT BE OTHERWISE!


I sure hope you can stay with me on this last one: we have one more different-sized spoon (the smallest of the bunch), which I’ll call the “fourth-string” spoon.

Until my wife decided to complicate my spoon-using habits by buying three more, different-sized spoons, this was my “first-string” spoon.

This little spoon is special to me; it was the same spoon I used growing up, so it has sentimental value, of course (can you relate?).

So, even though I no longer use it for cereal, or ice cream, or oatmeal, etc., I do use it to put loose leaf tea into my tea-baller, strainer-thing.  Thus, this little spoon is used every day, because I drink loose leaf tea every day.


Now, why did I turn out this way?  Why am I so obsessive/compulsive about spoons?  I have no idea and I don’t care; I’m actually quite happy with my spoon-using habits!

But I do wonder: how many people are there in our world that are just like me?  Are you one of them?  If you are, please let me know!  Share your story!


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There are so many reasons to personally and publicly honor police officers.  You could say that it is in our own self-interest to do so; officers — like anyone else — need encouragement.

When we’re encouraged, our morale is higher and we all do a better job.  It is in the best interests of all of us to have police departments with high morale, isn’t it?

But a better reason to honor police officers is that it is just right.

The pressure they’re under is unimaginable: they basically cannot make mistakes; their lives are always in danger (even more so now); they have to be legal experts; counselors; extremely wise and discerning and quick on their feet; incredibly patient and self-restrained in the face of ridicule and other opposition.

They have to be tough, street-smart, and on and on it goes.  But the most important reason I can think of to honor police officers privately and publicly is because it is RIGHT.

I say this because of the passage below from Romans 13:1-7 that I quote.  And remember from this passage: it isn’t those who obey the law that need to worry; it is those who disobey the law.

Everyone must submit to governing authorities. For all authority comes from God, and those in positions of authority have been placed there by God. So anyone who rebels against authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and they will be punished.

For the authorities do not strike fear in people who are doing right, but in those who are doing wrong. Would you like to live without fear of the authorities? Do what is right, and they will honor you.

The authorities are God’s servants, sent for your good. But if you are doing wrong, of course you should be afraid, for they have the power to punish you. They are God’s servants, sent for the very purpose of punishing those who do what is wrong.

So you must submit to them, not only to avoid punishment, but also to keep a clear conscience.

So please: whenever you see an officer, go up to that individual and thank him or her.  Buy a Starbucks for him/her; buy lunch for the officer.  But thank that officer for what he or she does.  Simple gratitude goes a long, long way for all of us.

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