Delete

December has five Saturdays, Sundays and Mondays this year.  That’s unusual, as you might expect.  Pointless and uninteresting, sure, but unusual.  In fact, it was suggested on Facebook (yes, I’m railing on Facebook again today) that it only occurs once every 823 years.  OK, that might push it past the border into Interestingland.

Except it’s not true.  And when you think about it, it can’t be true.  Since a week is seven days long, and since 365 is not a multiple of seven, it should happen about every seven years.  (“About” accounts for the wobble caused by leap year.)  Sure enough, it happened in 2012, and it’s coming again in 2029.  A friend pointed out this undeniable principle, complete with supporting links.  The post stubbornly remained affixed to my laptop screen. 

As the kids say these days, SMH.

My point is not that people are gullible (although they are).  My point is, you should seek out the delete function on your social media, acquaint yourself with it, and utilize it in appropriate circumstances.  Don’t be wrong if you can help it, obviously.  But even more importantly, don’t stay wrong when your error is pointed out.

I am obsessed with being right — particularly in spiritual matters.  I make no apologies for that.  Only the truth will set me free (John 8:32), and “everyone who loves and practices lying” (Revelation 22:15) will miss out on heavenly glory.  That obsession does not lead to stubbornness; quite the opposite.  It makes me constantly examine myself (2 Corinthians 13:5). I stare into “the perfect law, the law of liberty” (James 1:23-25) until I find a weakness — and when I find one, I try to delete it.

Being wrong is forgivable; staying wrong is not.