Who Swapped My Cheese?

You have probably read the popular best seller by Spencer Johnson entitled "Who Moved My Cheese". In it, he uses mice as a parallel to humans as to how to deal with change. And change is a big, big word for us, as it involves stepping often way out of our comfort zone.

Today, I went to the auction cafeteria to eat lunch after the sale. They actually have some pretty good food. I decided that I would order the grilled ham & cheese, being so close to Mother's Day, it reminded me of what Mom used to make. The server asked me what kind of cheese and I answered, Provolone. After a few second delay asking somebody else what they wanted (Tuna) she proceeded to put American Cheese on my sandwich.

You've been there I know. Now I am faced with several options here since someone swapped my cheese. On a real good day for me, I chose the Christian option (passive) and said nothing, later enjoying the natural combination it offered. Later, I reflected on this and thus this week's blog topic.

Sometimes change is chosen, sometimes it just hits us out of the blue, and often it comes upon us with no choice but to accept it and move on. Change is the most difficult thing for those in recovery or those whose lives are shaped by structure and routine. But as I have experienced it, change is the essence of growth and of stretching one's own faith.

Change was the constant in the 2000 year old New Testament (you can count them all and never reach the end of counting), and it is the constant of 2014. Whenever we get too comfortable or feel too entitled, we need change to shake us up, to keep us moving toward heaven and our fellow man.

The answer to "Who Swapped My Cheese" is the Lord himself. He never stops challenging us to grow, never stops letting us experience all that he created for life. Easily, I could have complained about my cheese being swapped today, but behind that counter was one of God's cheese swappers in disguise. 

My Mom would have been proud of that server, she was just as stubborn as she was. She would have been proud of me too, I didn't panic when my cheese was moved! Lesson learned.

Glenn