Dirty Laundry

SO the Harry Potter essay sparked a little excitement. Lots of discussion among the Christian ladies. Who knew? Just wait until I write about how I lied about my age. That should give good reason to question my eternal salvation. Glory! Now I am anathema to those that love Harry for saying that the witchcraft gives me the creeps, and to the Holy ones because I allowed such EVIL into the minds of my babies.
It wasn't that bad, I am just being dramatic. It did generate quite a bit of lively discourse, though. It's quite interesting to see how much we are affected by such questions. Perhaps the reason is twofold; we each want very much to be right before God, and we each want the avoid being judged.

I did something awful today. So horrible that perhaps I have forever darkened the joyous rays of the sun.
I interrupted.
It's true!
I got all into the conversation, and just brutally plowed over someone in my enthusiasm. I drew silent immediately, and watched as the dark clouds roiled into position, the planets spun out of their orbits, and Mount Vesuvius Erupted.
It's moments like that when you realize that some people are WAY WAY too easily offended.
May I just say that?
There are so many real things to be unhappy about, or to be stressed over. Let the little stuff go, for heaven's sake. It's Pride. I recognize it because I have a bunch, too. It's ugly, though. It makes you think you are always correct and The Most Important Ever. You aren't. Neither am I. When you get all self important because you think you are Infallible, you are acting like the real evil one (and I don't mean Harry Potter). Because he wanted to be God, too. It really isn't working so well for him, if you know what I mean. It isn't working so well for you, either. Perhaps you've noticed.

Well, then. I feel better already.