For as long as the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and Yours Truly have been married, the one reoccurring controversy is in the state of chocolate in our home. According to one side, chocolate is bad and shall not be brought into this house.
The other side, and I am not stating exactly which side I am on, says the chocolate is delightful and wonderful and should be a regular consumption item in the house.
No matter how eloquently I presented my case, the house rules were simply this: no chocolate in our mansion.
I tried some experimental strategy in this area. On my wife's birthday, I would always get her a chocolate cake with chocolate icing and then have 13 candles on it. For several years, all she could focus on were the 13 candles.
Finally, she caught on and that plan had to be trashed.
One of the busiest times around the parsonage is Thanksgiving. All of the family in the area comes in for a delicious dinner as well as several friends who have nowhere else to go. On these occasions, I go out of my way and order a large chocolate cake with chocolate icing with a miniature turkey on the top. Everybody is focused on that miniature turkey.
After a few years someone in the house caught on to my plan, kept the turkey, but threw out everything underneath that turkey. As she was doing so, she looked at me with one of those looks.
Back to the drawing board again.
Then, some medical research geek solved all of my problems in this area of chocolate.
According to some medical research, there is something in dark chocolate that is beneficial to our health. That was all I needed to know to bring my case to our home.
I knew I had to present this in a manner that would be irresistible to my wife. She is big on healthy eating. Every time we eat there is so much green on my plate that I am not sure if I am eating grass or what! She calls them vegetables. I have other names for them, which cannot be published.
I knew I had to make the initial presentation a great presentation. Chocolate just would not do and I needed to come up with some kind of medical name. Then it suddenly struck me. I knew exactly how I could present it.
"You do not have chocolate, do you?"
"No, my dear," I said parsing my words very carefully, "this is Medical Chocolate." I presented it to her with the biggest smile I could slap on my face.
Before she could respond to that presentation, I began explaining to her all of the medical and health benefits to chocolate. I quoted the doctor who claimed chocolate had some mysterious and wonderful medicinal properties unnoticed before now.
I was rather proud of myself and I was reminded of what old King Solomon said in the Old Testament. "Where the word of a king is, there is power: and who may say unto him, What doest thou?" (Ecclesiastes 8:4).
Not every word is good and trustworthy; but every word of God can be trusted and has the power to lift me up into the heavens and delightful worship and praise.