Honey

 

Thanksgiving was a total success!  A hearty “thank you” to my dear wife, who put on a fabulous meal.  And thank you to my dear daughter, Beth, for all of her hard work decorating, cleaning, and getting all of the dishes out of the oven in a timely fashion.  I am blessed, indeed!  But minutes after the big meal was over and the desserts were finished, I was reminiscing.  I used to go out on Thanksgiving afternoon to get that big, fat newspaper with all of the Black Friday ads for my wife and daughters to plan their Black Friday shopping in the wee hours of Friday morning.  But with the advent of the internet, Black Friday now lasts a month!  So, Friday morning, Cardiac rehab was closed.  I took my wife to dialysis and went back to bed.  Unusual for me.  But before I did, I had to get two pieces of toast and hot chocolate (Keurig style) so that my stomach wouldn’t be growling and keep me awake.  I like the fresh-baked bread at Walmart, so I toasted two slices, buttered them, and drizzled honey all over them.  After my quick breakfast, I checked my e-mail and facebook one last time before my nap.  But something was sticky on the computer.  It had to be from that honey toast … and it was!  I had honey on the side of my hand, which I had picked up from a drip on my pants, which came from a drip on my beard, which came from a hole in the bread that leaked when I took a bite.  A long trip for one drop of honey!  I was reminded of Psalm 133, which only has three verses: “Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, even Aaron's beard: that went down to the skirts of his garments; As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: for there the LORD commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.”  Unlike my honey, Aaron’s precious ointment was a welcomed drip, from his head, to his beard, and down to his garments.  And the dear Lord smiles upon the unity in His church.  Hey, is there unity of purpose in your church?  Does everyone follow the careful leadership of your pastor?  Like a sweet-smelling ointment, God values unity.  Yes, He does.