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I'm Allergic to Housework

So awhile ago my wife, Jennifer, was having some issues. (Disclaimer: I know, she's a girl and they all have issues.) But these issues were causing my wife to have headaches and nasal problems.

So after ruling out other possibilities, the doctors sent her to be tested for allergies. If you've never been tested for allergies, I would suggest it. It's a wonderful experience where they treat your arm like a pin cushion. They stick you with row upon row of the usual suspects. So after the tests were done, we waited a week and found out Jen is allergic to...

Corn...dust...children...Okay, I made that last one up. But tell me how a girl living in Indiana is allergic to corn? Isn't that like a fish being allergic to water? Or birds being allergic to feathers? Or Chuck Norris being allergic to cool? It just doesn't make sense. (Side note: Did you know that Chuck Norris invented the Cesarean section when he roundhouse-kicked his way out of his mother's womb? How cool is that?)

So now that I have to supervise our children dusting the house, I have some time to ponder; do we as Christians become 'allergic' to things that surround us? Are there normal happenings in church which cause us to react poorly? Are there people in our communities about whom we make rash judgments (pun intended)?

It seems to me that since God made us for relationships, we should seek a solution to all these unhealthy reactions. And perhaps the solution is more of what Jesus modeled in John 17:20-21. Jesus prayed for unity among the believers. It will make all of our lives so much more enjoyable and so much less dramatic.

I also imagine Jesus knew that believers who got along would be the best message non-believers could see. In this way, they won't become allergic to us.

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