Last Sunday I faced a dilemma: my 4th grade son Luke was playing in the semi-finals of his travel basketball league. I love basketball. He and I spend hours working on drills in the driveway and he's a lot of fun to watch. Even at his age (I'm bragging) he works harder than most of the college teams I used to coach.
But . . . at the same time my 6th grade daughter was having a clarinet recital. Hmmmm.. . . . . . (picture me holding my hands up as if weighing the options).
You know what? I went to the recital. Not because I'm such a great dad. Not because of any great reason, except this: I love my daughter more than I love basketball. It's that simple. The person in my life is greater than my preferences.
I hope you love your brother more than you love a praise song. Or a hymn. Or style of music. Or the drums. Or not the drums. Or stained glass.
As I stated in the last post, we are never to sacrifice the truth for our brother. But preferences? They have to be cast aside so we can worship as one.
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