Feels Like Temperature

 

My wife and I were going to Springfield, Tennessee a few winters ago to visit our grandchildren.  That’s right, not our daughter, but our grandchildren.  Not that I don’t love our daughter and son-in law, but if you are a grandparent, you understand what I mean.  But if you aren’t, just wait a few decades.  Anyway, I was driving, and my wife was on her phone looking at the weather.  She said, “In Springfield, it is 48° and it feels like 45°.”  I said, “I know what they mean, but that just isn’t right.  If it feels like 45°, why isn’t it 45°?”  Kathy shrugged, “That’s just the way it is.”  And then she went on, “And in Ringgold, it is 52° and it feels like 50°.”  I was about to protest again, but I had an idea.  So I said, “Oh, I get it.  So, when you are on the couch, and you’re covered up and say to me, ‘I’m cold,’ and I look at the thermostat and say it’s 72°, you feel like it’s 65°.  Right?”  She smiled sheepishly and said, “Right.”  Hmmm.  It’s all in the way you look at it.  Hey, Elijah had a similar problem with the people on Mt. Carmel.  The people couldn’t decide between God and Baal.  I Kings 18:21, “And Elijah came unto all the people, and said, How long halt ye between two opinions? if the LORD be God, follow him: but if Baal, then follow him. And the people answered him not a word.”  Don’t argue about opinion; settle it with the facts.  If God is real (and He is) then follow Him.  It’s that simple.