Interlude

While taking a lunch break from blogging, I broke the cork on a bottle of olive oil and proceeded to spill it everywhere. My doubtful heart immediately griped: whenever the Bible puts me into its 'mood' I always stumble, or fall, or mess up somehow. No, I'm not blaming God for spilled olive oil! (at least I don't think so) The doubt in my mind is: am I doing it - responding to the Word - wrong? The gospel presents such an ideal by which to live, implants the most wondrous hope in our heart, but the first moment we return to our daily life, I think how lofty the ideals are and how far the world is (in material, spirit and heart) from them. As I 'lament' the spill of the delicious, precious olive oil, I find a quietness in my mind that says: it doesn't matter, it is only spilled olive oil.