Perhaps I should stay out of the kitchen.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m not talking about our kitchen at home; I\u2019m talking about church kitchens, where my brothers and sisters in \u2018the tea-towel\u2019 are our church family. It can get hot in there.<\/p>\n
I like to think I have a thick skin, but last Sunday I discovered that the passing of the weeks had not dulled the resentment which I harboured for the instant and multi-voiced rebuke I had received last time round for going through the \u201cwrong\u201d door while carrying the rubbish out to the bins.\u00a0 The lack of logic (most direct route to the bins), the lack grace on the part of my sisters (was I not taking upon myself a lowly yet essential task?) and (this most especially) the lack of any notification on that door that it was not to be used (how anyone is supposed to know they don\u2019t want you using it baffles me), pressed all the wrong buttons.\u00a0 As the perceptive among you may have sensed, they seem to have stayed pressed.<\/span><\/p>\n In 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 Paul tells us what love is like, as personified in perfect form by the Lord Jesus Christ.\u00a0 Although a staple reading at wedding services, Paul here is not writing about how to love our spouses but how to love our church family.\u00a0 Love, Paul tells us, keeps no record of wrongs. How many records are you keeping?<\/p>\n \u201c..and forgive us our sins, as we have forgiven those who sin against us.\u201d\u00a0<\/i>Matthew 6:12<\/strong><\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n