It’s Not Always What I don’t Know (standard:humor, 908 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 18 2025	Views/Reads: 14/1	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My take is, I need to be proactive when it comes to knowledge. My knowledge will feed my wisdom, which in turn will apply my heart to understanding. I can’t take for granted what I hear and I must learn how to pay attention to all that is around me.

I would be the first to admit one truth about myself: I don't know
everything. To quote a politician, “I don't know what I don't know.” 

That has been the theme of my life for as long as I can remember. 

It all began with my parents. Whenever I got into trouble, they would
usually respond, “Don't you know anything?” 

Of course, as all parents are, they were right. 

It's not that my memory is getting worse as I get older. It has always
been bad since the day of my birth. I can't remember anything about the 
day of my birth or the weeks after. 

One thing I don't remember very well is names. For example, I know 10
people whose first name is George. They all look different, so I do not 
know what a George looks like. 

I think that's the reason somebody invented the name “Buddy.” So
confusing. 

It also may be why I call my wife “Honey, my dear, sweetheart,” because
I don't remember her first name. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage does not have any memory failure.
She can remember every day and what she has been doing since the day of 
her birth. Fortunately for me, I can count on her pristine memory. 

The other day, on my way to my office, I walked through the kitchen
where she was preparing lunch. As I walked through, she said, “No, and 
I haven't seen it in weeks.” 

I stopped, looked at her quizzically and said, “What?” 

She just smiled, so I continued to my office to begin work. 

As I began, I looked for my tape recorder, which I use Sunday mornings
to record my sermon, and I couldn't find it. I looked and looked and 
looked, but it was nowhere to be seen. 

After 30 minutes, I peeked into the kitchen and said, “Did you see...?” 

“Didn't you hear me?” She said, “I said no.” 

I stood there a little stunned, and all I could say was, “What?” How did
she know what I would ask her 30 minutes before I asked her? 

I sat in my office and thought about this for a moment. How could she
know something like this before I even asked the question? What enables 
her to know ahead of time? Is she a prophet? 

As I was trying to process this, I found my tape recorder under some
papers piled on my desk. 

A few days later as I walked through the kitchen on way to my office,
The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage looked at me and said, “It's 
this Thursday at 9 o'clock.” 

I stared at her and said, “I didn't ask you any question. What's this
all about?” 

She returned to her work, and I continued to my office. 

About an hour later, I was updating my schedule for the week. I wanted
to know when my next doctor's appointment was, but I didn't have it on 
my schedule. 

I peeked into the kitchen and asked, “Do you know when my doctor's
appointment is?” She looked at me and said, “Don't you listen to me? I 
said this Thursday at 9 o'clock.” 

I then remembered she said that, but when she said it, I had no idea
what she was talking about. How did she know I wanted to know when my 
doctor's appointment was? How did she know 45 minutes before I asked 
her what I would ask her? 


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