Thursday, August 28, 2008

  • Theology from a Snickers Bar

    goldenrodby miss goldenrod 

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    Next time you're in the grocery store checkout-lane, take a glance at the packaging on the various candies.  Most of the wrappers offer some sort of explanation as to what is contained within, such as: "Crispety, crunchety, peanut-buttery!"  Recognize that one?  How about this one?  "Whipped up, fluffy chocolate on chocolate taste!"  Or, "Chocolate Caramel Cookie Bars!" 

    Well, look at a Snickers bar; you'll likely see nothing that offers a description of that kind.  Only recently has their marketing agency begun adding strange descriptors to the back of the wrapper, improvised words such as, "Nougatocity, Substantialiscious, or Peanutopolis." 

    This candy has been a favorite since I discovered candy.  About 6 years ago, I found a 48-count box at a restaurant supplier for $18.00, which I finished in less than two weeks.  It was in this Snickers-saturated period that I noticed a very admirable trait in the candy.  A Snickers bar is so confident that you know exactly what it is that if feels no need to offer a descriptor.  And if you don't know?  You can either choose to find out or walk away, and Snickers doesn't seem to care. 

    Imagine if we could be like that.   

    If we could refrain from dropping little clues in our conversation as to where we work, what we own, what we like or dislike, where we went to school, what we've achieved, who we know...   Imagine how wonderful to go through life not advertising what we are, confident that some may wish to know us better, and still be okay when others don't.  Thrilled when some people love us...and unscathed should others not have a taste for what we offer.  Not everybody liked Jesus, so don't be surprised when everybody doesn't like you.  Certainly self-reflect to ascertain any part you may have played...but after that, move on! 

    For as long as I've liked Snicker bars, I've disliked myself.  Therefore, each slight played-out against me further depressed what little self-worth I had.  That made me feel a need to advertise myself:  "I have a degree in this.  I work here.  I've done this."   Yet none of those are who I am, and more than that, for each check I place in the positive column of my life, I can quickly place checks in the negative column. 

    Some thoughts I had...

    If I had a candy-wrapper around me, would anyone even want to take it off to see what I really am?  Would they be too distracted by all my own self-advertisement to feel they had anything to discover?  Am I even advertising the wrong thing?

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