The Husband and the Frisbee

There was a husband playing Frisbee with his Border Collie. His aim was pretty good, placing it where it would challenge the Border Collie to improve her skills and yet not out of her reach so as to frustrate her. Occasionally the husband would sail the Frisbee into the far reaches of the yard so the Border Collie could run run run after it – kind of like cranking the up RPM’s on your car when your wife is not around (or husband).

Now it so happened that as said husband was playing Frisbee with said Border Collie that husband’s wife walked into the yard. As the husband and the Border Collier were playing Frisbee the husband and wife were making conversation – and as said husband was making conversation with said wife his eyes were looking at his wife…when…he threw…the Frisbee.

Now the husband had fully intended for the Frisbee to go in the direction of the aforementioned Border Collie, not, I assure you, in the direction of the afore-referenced wife – but alas the Frisbee did not understand the husband’s desires and went the only place it could go – in the direction it was launched – and regrettably that direction was toward the wife of the husband who was playing with the Border Collie.

Perhaps I should mention that the wife was only about 20 feet from the husband, which is to say that her reaction time was not equal to the task of avoiding a Frisbee at the velocity it was launched and in the trajectory that it was guided.

The impact of the Frisbee on the hand of the wife was unfortunate, and for a moment there was a lingering thought in the air, “Did he do that on purpose? Did he  think he was playing with one of the guys? Did he think he was being funny?”

Ah those moments of tension in marriage, when things can go one way or the other depending on where the feather lands – an ounce here and we have this problem, but an ounce there and all is forgiven.

The husband, while not the brightest in the yard that moment – ranking behind the Border Collie and the wife – or make that the wife and the Border Collie – immediately engaged in protestations of innocence, for he truly intended to toss the Frisbee in the direction of the Border Collie. But you see, his eyes were on his wife and his hands followed his eyes and the Frisbee followed his hands.

The wife, being a gracious sort, and knowing that her husband was not suicidal, accepted his entreaties and extended forgiveness – much to the relief of the husband and no doubt the Border Collie who desired to continue playing.

The point of all this is that Jesus teaches us that if our eye is single that our body will be full of light. What we behold is where we go, the image we ingest, and it is where our hands guide the Frisbees of life’s decisions and priorities. We may think that a look here or a look there at things toxic won’t hurt us, but the Scriptures don’t see it that way. Conversely, we are given the promise that as we behold Christ that we are changed into His image. (1 John 3:1-3; 2 Cor. 3:17 –18).

I am pleased to report that the balance of the day passed without incident.