My kids love Ranch dressing. And, like their Dad, they love Ketchup. But whereas I like it on french fries and cheeseburgers, they like it on, well…everything.
During lunch yesterday, we were having Grandma’s potato soup, salad, and toast. Eva asked, “Daddy, can I please have some Ketchup?” For what? I asked, astonished. “My toast.” At first I said no, and tried to explain that we don’t eat Ketchup with our toast. But after her second heartfelt plea, I realized she really wanted Ketchup for her toast. To the point where I’m not sure she would have eaten it without it. I could have forced her to, but God had a lesson for me.
Like growing children, sometimes we can become very particular in how we will receive all things spiritual. Correction, for instance, we say can only come from certain people at certain times in certain ways; if it doesn’t fit our criteria, then we won’t receive it, and it certainly didn’t come from the Lord. A particular Pastor’s method of preaching isn’t really “our style,” so we dismiss it’s relevance. The worship leader last Sunday isn’t our favorite, so we “can’t engage in worship.”
Such stances should be red-flags in the life of the Believer. (All of which, mind you, I mentioned from personal experience). A mark of true spiritual maturity is being able to receive anything at anytime from anyone. Not just when it has Ranch dressing on it. ch: