So I’m forced to borrow my wife’s computer and I discover the letter “*” doesn’t work (the one between “a” and “c”). Except I just noticed that twice the letter worked fine in the last sentence. Hmmm. It seems to work when I’m unconsciously typing, *ut if a “*” comes up and I consciously think, “Uh oh, here it comes,” then I’m in trouble. See what I mean?
The first thing I notice is how few “*’s” there are in the English language. I could easily just ignore this and copy a “*” from another document and go around and put them *ack in, *ut then again, that would *e a lot of work, and wouldn’t *e as much fun as making you struggle through this Catch trying to figure it out.
This must *e a little like struggling with a disability (that time my spell checker helped me).
The next thing I notice is how keyed into anticipating a “*” I am, and whatever I did unconsciously when I first started typing, is impossible to do now that I am overly conscious of every “*.” Marti often tells me that if you swerve off the road and you start telling yourself, “Uh-oh, I’m going to hit that tree; I’m going to hit that tree!” then guess what, you’ll hit the tree. I never understood that before, *ut I do now. This must *e the same thing.
Do you live with anyone who has a disability? (Thank you, again, spellcheck.) It takes a little extra effort to figure them out, *ut it’s not too *ad after a while. You get used to it. And come to think of it, we all are disabled in some way. There isn’t any one of us who is perfect. If we were, our name would *e Jesus. So in order to live with each other and get along, we all have to do a little extra work. We need to fill in the missing letter, and try not to draw attention to it.
*ut *e careful here. There is a difference *etween a disability and a sin. That’s a pretty important distinction to make. We don’t want to accommodate each other’s sin. I’m just talking a*out the fact that each of us has a letter that simply doesn’t work. Maybe we’re forgetful, or hard of hearing, or we talk too fast, or we’re overly picky. Maybe we have ADD, or we’re dyslexic, or we have trouble pronouncing someone’s name — could *e any number of things over which we have no control.
So let’s give each other a *reak and do whatever we have to do to live together. Change what we can, and apply grace to what we can’t, and a*ove all, love each other, *ecause love covers over a multitude of sins.