Those of you who know Carrie and me probably won’t be surprised to find that we used to live in a school bus. We called her ‘Ma”. She was a 1954 International painted white and immigration green. We spent many years together living in that bus.
One of the best parts of our time was when we shared it with our cats and our rabbits. We all just ran around the bus together. As like most kids I loved Trix cereal and often sat on the bed with my bowl. One day I just happened to notice that some of my Trix had fallen on the floor. I thought, “You silly rabbit, Trix are for kids. I snatched them up and popped them in my mouth. I could just hear the rabbit saying, “You silly kid, those aren’t Trix”.
I can’t help but think about the ‘Trix”that I have picked up and tossed into my theology. Over a period of time I started finding out that there were some serious problems with what I believed. Some things just didn’t make sense with other things. But how could that be? Was I not being taught by G-d fearing men who desired to glorify their Creator?
As I started unraveling and weeding through the maze of things I had learned I became very angry and bitter at a lot of people and situations. I am actually just coming to the grasp that this was not a plot to lead people astray. These things are the things they were taught and the things those who taught them were taught. It’s a centuries old problem, with ultimately myself being the only one to blame. I should have been the Berean and checked to see if these things were true. Just because it looks like Trix doesn’t make it Trix.
Hey, did I drop that?
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