“There is a Me that I cannot see.”
He was doing it again.
The kids and I just looked at each other, laughed, and rolled our eyes and let him continue.
You see, my husband was telling someone yet again about his year off from drinking Mountain Dew.
But well, really…
About six months into his third time of trying to go off this very addictive beverage, my husband returned from our neighborhood gas station.
As he walked through the door, I heard my daughter, McKayla, say, “Oh dad…and you were doing so good! Hasn’t it been about six months that you’ve been off?”
Brent looked at her baffled.
Mc pointed to the beverage in his hand.
“What? This?... This isn’t Mountain Dew.” He said.
“Isn’t that a Mountain Dew icee?” she asked.
“Yes. But that’s not the same thing,” he replied.
“What?!” Mc laughed.
From the kitchen stove, I leaned back and took a peak at him standing in the mud room. He had to be messing with her I thought. I searched his expression. No. He wasn’t joking.
So I asked, “So, if that’s not Mountain Dew, what is it then?”
“It’s not the same. It’s not Mountain Dew.” He insisted in all seriousness.
“Well, what is it then?”
“It’s not like drinking Mountain Dew.”
My daughter continued to laugh, highly amused at her dad and at our exchange.
I tried again. “So you mean all those years when I drank Diet Coke, because I added ice, I wasn’t really drinking Diet Coke? Well, how wonderful!”
Brent laughed this time. “You guys. I live with a bunch of comedians. This is not the same. I’m not drinking Mountain Dew.”
I couldn’t believe he really believed that, so I had to try once again making a parallel that he could grasp to reveal his ever-so flawed logic. “So really, it is just some other syrup, but just to be fun, they call it Mountain Dew. I’m so glad that Mountain Dew corporate is so flexible about this.”
He laughed again. “It’s not Mountain Dew.” He kept insisting.
My daughter finally said, “You’re right, dad. Drink away.” She patted his shoulder and walked away with a smile and an amused glance my way. I think she must have hit him up for a favor later, being a teenager and all.
But it was so illogical I couldn’t let it go so graciously.
So the next time I saw him with a Mountain Dew icee, I tried again with another analogy and a little humor. But no amount of reasoning or analogies would convince him.
The thing is, my husband is a highly intelligent man. And one of the reasons I married him was for his wisdom and logic. As the kids’ grade school PTA president for several years, a coach, a ministry leader, and as a successful businessman, these qualities in him are highly valued by others as well.
And yet he still insists he was off Mountain Dew for a year.
A few weeks ago our pastor gave a message called, “Search Me.” It had to do with “blind spots.”
Initially, it brought back to mind my hubby with his Dew. I started to giggle to myself.
But before I could get too proud, our pastor reminded us that we all have blind spots. He said that what makes them so dangerous, is as the name insinuates—we are blind to them. We really don’t see them. AT ALL. And yet, they can wreak havoc in our lives.
Pastor, author and speaker Bill Hybels explains a blind spot as, “Something someone believes they do well, but everyone else knows it’s not true.” He went on to say that the research shows that we all have about 3.4 blind spots.
And unfortunately, I’m afraid, some of our blind spots are not as benign as drinking Mountain Dew.
In Jeremiah 17:9, we read, “The heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked. Who can know it?”
And the story gets worse.
In Priscilla Shirer’s, The Armor of God, Bible study, she talks about how Satan’s number one weapon of attack on us is deceit. In fact, she calls him “the master illusionist.”
“He pulls the wool over our eyes, causing us to think happiness exists where it doesn’t, that security is offered where it isn’t. He makes evil appealing and righteousness boring, then entices us down a dark path that leaves us addicted, joyless and empty…”
Deceit was at the core in the very beginning story of mankind. When Satan convinced Eve that what God gave her wasn’t enough. (Gen. 3:13)
Satan is called the father of lies. There is no truth in him. (John 8:44)
I heard a speaker last week who said that he has been having visions lately of Satan literally strapping blind folds over many American Christian’s eyes. And whether you believe him or not, I don’t think you can argue much with the truth of the deception around us, even if we struggle to see it in our own lives.
Not only are we prone to deceive ourselves in our very being, we have an accuser on top of it, trying to deceive us on a daily basis.
With the devastating consequences of deception in our lives to us and those around us, the question begs, “How do we see what we can’t see?
Pastor Bob Merritt of Eagle Brook Church posed three questions we can ask ourselves in this regard:
Shirer also reminds us that the truth of God’s Word sheds light on Satan’s deceptions. Know it. Study it. Pray.
And Jesus is the truth (John 14:6). Strive to get to know him better, and the truth of his light always illuminates our darkness.
Last week actor and speaker Kirk Cameron, over live video, with high concern over the direction our country is going, prayed through the Jeremiah 17:9-10 as a foundation for seeking wisdom and examining our motives.
I would like to add that in order to have this be most effective, we have to be willing to put down our pride. To recognize we don’t have all the answers and don’t have everything together. Knowing God loves us regardless helps us to take that dirty clothing of pride off and set it aside, readying ourselves for a more thorough Spirit-guided examination.
So I ask myself and God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit today, “What is my Mountain Dew?”
What is yours?
Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.