Pickles

[231 words] I don’t like pickles. Any pickles, all pickles. I don’t like sour pickles, sweet pickles, dill pickles, hot pickles…I don’t like pickles. Every time I order a hamburger, I say, “no pickles,” because I don’t like pickles! However, I am given pickles often. Sometimes I send them back and say “I ordered NO pickles.” Most of the time I just pick the pickles off. Sometimes the people serving me don’t know any better or it would be embarrassing to them. So I just eat the pickles. But I don’t like pickles. But, what if Patsy, who knows me so well—Patsy, who knows I don’t like pickles—serves me pickles? Well, then it is a different sort of thing. It’s not about pickles then, is it? It’s about love. She knows what I like but doesn’t care. BIG PROBLEM! I believe God is always picking pickles off of our offering….