Where do we get these things? What are these things? Is it a pen? Is it a baton? Is it a squeeze ball? Is it a ‘slimey spider’ toy you toss on the glass patio door and it quishes its way down to the floor? Is it a coded message written only in ‘B’s and ‘D’s? The answer? It is a pen. But, TPL. why does it have a squeezy ball on it? Why does it have a gooey alphabet glooping over the top? Why, oh, why? My best answer, young fella, is someone couldn’t decide which of these they wanted to make so in a fit of frustration made all them into one. Frank Zappa enjoyed playing hard rock, jazz and classical music, so instead of recording three separate albums, he mooshed all the genres together onto all his LPs. The car maker, Pontiac, wanted to make an SUV, a dump truck and a Playskool firetruck and ended up with the Aztek. A duck, a beaver and an otter attend a DJ Earworm mash-up concert and walk out as a platypus. These things happen all the time. It happens a lot when it comes to faith. Many people like the buffet-style religion where they choose this belief from Lutherans, that doctrine from the Methodists, a preference from Hinduism, Judaism, hippies, and Star Wars and the next thing you know you have a Unitarian on your hands. Anyhoo, this “pen” was sent on its way to Goodwill to confuse another good and decent human being.
Matthew 7:13-14 “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.