Tastes Like Water
As I’ve mentioned before, I live in a “fixer-upper” of a home. Now, and for the rest of my life on earth, something house-related will be on my to-do list… and for the rest of my life on earth I’ll question my discernment because I chose to live in a “fixer-upper.”
Two things that were on my list of items to replace were “Refrigerator/freezer with one that’s more
efficient and has an automatic ice maker” and “Baseboard heat with a central heating and air
conditioning unit.” I’m happy to announce that at least I was able to install a new fridge with an ice
maker… now I have somewhere to go for fresh, new ice when I’m turning into a puddle of salt water on hot summer days.
I had almost forgotten what it was like without an ice maker, until recently. I was in need of some Ice and I wasn’t home. The only ice available came out of an ice cube tray that sits inside of a freezer. At the end of my drink I started to suck on one of the pieces of ice and the flavor I discovered was certainly not that of water.
This was not a neutral taste. No. This taste reflected a kind of D-Day invasion of everything pure and right in my body’s system. The PH balance of this ice did a disservice to the word “balance.” Essentially, it tasted as though I had chosen to open the freezer door, pull everything out of it and then lick its lower-back corner with my tongue.
What happened? Ice is frozen water. It’s not supposed to taste like anything. After some discussion with those “in the know” it appears that the ice tray had sat in the freezer, unused, for as long as anyone could remember. I was just fortunate enough to be the one who awoke the monster from it’s hibernation and introduce it to my mouth.
I’ve found that we’re more like those ice cubes than we like to admit. Not because we’re repulsive, but because we so often take on the “flavor” of our environment without exerting any will of our own. It’s not that we make a decision to change, we simply change because we’re exposed to a specific environment.
Spouses take on some of each other’s mannerisms and even vocabulary without even thinking about it. Coworkers pick up workplace habits. Even when an individual resists changing to his or her surroundings, they find it difficult. Try talking to a Christian construction worker about cursing!
At Lindsey Trinity our mission is to seek, serve and share God’s love throughout the community and the world. We don’t “get it right” all the time, but quite often, we get close. That desire creates the community of Lindsey Trinity. Those who decide to immerse themselves in this community will find themselves closer to loving more effectively.
So if you think the world could use more love, join us and take on that flavor.