Three eggs, scrambled, with salt and pepper, tucked into two flour tortillas. That has been my breakfast of choice since I (1) decided to increase my protein intake and (2) heard eggs weren’t as unhealthy as I had been told. What a beautiful day that was!
But I’ve finally given up on my skillet of choice. I prefer nonstick cookware for reasons that speak for themselves. But this particular surface was starting to erode, making “nonstick” a bit of a misnomer.
I am a creature of habit, though. I stuck (pardon the pun) with the skillet far longer than I should have, even though other cookware was available. I liked the idea of nonstick, and so I kept using it — even when it was no longer “nonstick.”
Can we become wedded to our forms beyond the point of utility in the spiritual world? Absolutely. We sing the old songs because they are old (or the new songs because they are new). We let our Bible study or prayer regimen become stale, The positions we staked out cease to draw us closer to God, but we stick with them because they “work.” Except they don’t. “The old is better” (Luke 5:39). Except it isn’t.
I am not a fan of change for change’s sake, necessarily. But I am adamantly opposed to inertia for inertia’s sake. Like the wine in Jesus’ parable, the gospel transforms its container. If we are to be proper vessels for it, we may need to make an alteration or two.