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    "Tablets of Human Hearts" by RRC

    April 2, 2013

    “You yourselves are our letter, written on our hearts, known and read by everybody. You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts” (2 Corinthians 3:2-3, NIV).

    These words make me pause. What would a letter of recommendation about me – written on tablets of human hearts – say? Whom would I ask for such a letter?

    Not the new cashier at the grocery store.

    I was in a hurry. A young man, bag in hand, was ahead of me. The cashier peered at its contents.

    “Yams or sweet potatoes?” she asked.

    “Is there a difference?” he asked, sheepishly. “I’m picking these up for my grandmother. I think they are yams.”

    “I’m not sure,” she confided, “but there is a difference in price. I’ll call my supervisor.”

    “They’re sweet potatoes,” I interjected, hoping to speed up the transaction.

    They were chatting amiably and didn’t seem to hear me. I glanced around – the queues were getting longer. Why didn’t they open the adjoining terminal? Really, the service at this store was going downhill.

    “Opening on number 5,” said a cashier, heading toward us. I turned sharply and barged into a fully loaded shopping cart! Undaunted, its owner managed to get ahead of me. Frustrated, I returned to the scenario of the sweet potatoes.

    The supervisor had arrived. “Definitely sweet potatoes,” she declared. “But, we will let you have them at the same price as the yams.”

    “That’s very kind,” replied the young man, grinning, “but Grandma would not be pleased. She specifically asked for yams.”

    The supervisor nodded understandingly. “She shall have yams,” she promised, heading toward the fresh produce section.

    That did it! I dropped my bucket of ice cream on the counter. The new cashier looked up, startled. I struggled for composure. “I’ve changed my mind,” I blurted out, heading toward the exit.

    But, had she seen the tirade of indignation raging in my heart … No, I could not ask her for a reference.

    Humbly, I turn to Psalms 139:23-24 (NIV) and pray: “Search me, O God, and know my heart … See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.” Amen.

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