Some Things Are Just Personal (standard:humor, 910 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Dec 04 2016	Views/Reads: 2097/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The greatest challenge in life is to discover your purpose, and no matter how anybody else thinks about it, you stick to it and do it for the glory of God.

I will grant I have a few eccentricities. But, far less than the
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage has avowed through the years. 
Listening to her, a person might come to believe my eccentricities are 
without limit. It is simply not the case. 

I firmly believe one man's eccentricity is another man's way of doing
something. After all, everybody has a way of doing everything they do. 
If that is eccentric, we all have a lot of ‘plaining to do. 

If the tables were turned, I could make an equally infinite list of
eccentricities associated with my wife. Since she set the table, who am 
I to turn it? I keep this as a secret stash to revel in occasionally 
when I am feeling a little poorly about myself. The secret will go no 
further. 

An example might best illustrate my point. My wife thinks I am a little
eccentric when it comes to pens. But, not so. I am just particular when 
it comes to using a writing instrument. After all, I am a writer and 
writers are experts when it comes to writing instruments. I could not 
play a musical instrument, but let me have a writing instrument and I 
can play all day long. 

When it comes to writing instruments, I have my preferences. When I say
that, I must confess, I have never seen a pen I did not want to own. 
The pen, any pen for that matter, has something of an alluring draw for 
me. I sometimes go into an office-supply store just to worship before 
the array of pens they have. Rarely do I walk away without taking one 
pen to the checkout counter and rescue it from obscurity. 

I possess pens of every shape, color and purpose. As far as I am
concerned, every pen has a particular purpose. I always carry on my 
person a variety of pens with a diversity of ink colors because you 
never know what you are going to write doing the day. It would be 
beneath my dignity to use a pen for a purpose other than its intended 
task. 

Often a certain resident of our household, which shall remain nameless,
has made fun of what she calls "Your silly eccentricity." This person 
is always looking at me when such remarks are made. I am not smart, but 
I get her nib. 

If I wanted to make a point with her, I could say she is rather
eccentric when it comes to her tools. To walk into her workshop is to 
be confronted with tools of every size, shape and purpose. I have 
watched her work and she never uses a hammer when she needs a 
screwdriver. 

I once confronted her with this and she replied, "Oh, don't be so silly.
It's not the same." 

Another thing some may consider eccentric is the fact I do not use other
people's pen. I jolly well do not like others using my pen. It is just 
the rule I go by. When I am at a restaurant and it comes time to sign 
the credit card receipt, the waitress always supplies one of her pens, 
but I never use it. I always select from the assortment of pens I have 
on my person at the time. 

After all, I do not know who used that pen last. Also, I would not want
to promote jealousy among the pens I do have. This is a rather strict 
rule I have followed for as long as I can remember. I do not use your 
pen, you do not use my pen and the world is a wonderful place to live 
in. 

This past week I faced a crisis in this regard. I was standing in line
at the post office minding my own business, thinking of the package I 
had to mail. If you have ever been in the post office line you know how 
long it can be and the longer it is, the less people they have to serve 
at the counter. 

If there are two or three people in line there are six people standing
behind the counter ready to assist you. If there are over 12 people in 
line, the number behind the counter reduces to two. It is just the way 
the government works. 

As I say, I was minding my own business when a woman came up and ask a
simple question. I am used to people asking me questions, but this one 
put me in a bind. 

"Could I borrow one of your pens?" 

I lacked not in pens, for I had six in my shirt pocket. It was the
principle of the thing that got me. I had six pens, she needed to 
borrow one and everybody in the post office was looking at me, or so it 
seemed. My whole world stopped. 

With some hesitation, I pulled a pen from my shirt pocket, put a smile
on my face I did not really mean, and handed her my pen. It used to be 
my favorite pen, too. 

Even the Bible says that everything has a purpose and every purpose has
a season. "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every 
purpose under the heaven:" (Ecclesiastes 3:1). 

The greatest challenge in life is to discover your purpose, and no
matter how anybody else thinks about it, you stick to it and do it for 
the glory of God. 


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