Getting into trouble seems to be an ongoing habit of mine. It doesn’t matter what the trouble is at the time; it somehow associates itself with me.
Whenever I think I’m perfect and everything is going fine, I’m set up for something to go horribly wrong.
Believe me, it happens all the time. If I could accept the fact I’m not perfect, maybe my life would be just a little bit better. I’m working on that.
Every once in a while, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, wife Martha, will say to me, “Are you crazy?”
The fact she asks that question indicates she doesn’t really know the answer. Of course, I always answer no. When I do, she looks at me, shakes her head, and walks away.
I got up from my chair, went over to my library and pulled out my family photo album. I sat down and began to look through my album.
I haven’t done this in a number of years, so I’d forgotten a lot about my relatives. I looked at the pictures and began to think about each one and what I remembered.
The more I looked through the photos, the more I saw some of my relatives were actually crazy. There’s no way I’d have to ask, “Are you crazy?”
I knew they were a bit off and remembered some of the evidence that proved it.
As I was looking at these photos, I chuckled and sometimes even laughed aloud, and then Martha walked by.
She looked at me and said, “What are you laughing about?”
I looked up and said, “Remember the other day when you asked if I was crazy?”
She nodded her head and said, “Yes, and I’m still asking that question today.”
Looking at her, I laughed some more and said, “After looking at the photo album of my family I’ve come to the conclusion crazy is contagious.”
As I was explaining it to her, she finally said, “Well, that does explain a lot of things.”
“So,” Martha said, “when will this contagious craziness stop? With you?”
I looked at her and said, “Well, my dear, you married crazy I didn’t.”
“I know,” she replied, “but at the time I didn’t think it was so contagious.”
I guess being crazy is inherited and in some cases, craziness is contagious among the people around you.
My primary agenda in life is to use my craziness to my benefit. I’m not just going to be crazy and get nothing from it.
Rather, I’m going to use it to profit any way I can. I sure can’t profit from my intelligence, but I can from my craziness. That brought some scripture to mind.
“See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, Redeeming the time, because the days are evil.”
— Ephesians 5: 15-16
This doesn’t come automatically, I need to discipline myself along this line. The world is not on my side, it only contributes to my craziness.
I’m going to trust God each day to walk in His wisdom in such a way He’ pleased.
Dr. Snyder is a former pastor who lives with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, wife Martha, in Ocala, Fla. His email is [email protected].
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