Is the cup half empty — or half full?

Record Observer - - Religion -

Many things in life have me in a tan­gle of con­fu­sion. I try to put on a good face so that no­body knows how con­fused I am at the time. I think I get away with it, at least most of the time.

The only per­son I can­not fool is the Gra­cious Mistress of the Par­son­age. Ac­cord­ing to her eval­u­a­tion, I am con­fused all the time. I would like to set her straight some­time, but I am re­ally con­fused as to when would be the right time.

If I do not pick the right time, my con­fu­sion will be ac­cel­er­ated to the point of no re­turn.

There is one thing, de­spite my pro­fes­sional con­fu­sion, I have not been able to un­der­stand. And it just bugs me to no end. Why are some things more con­fus­ing than oth­ers?

There is a pos­i­tive side to con­fu­sion.

For ex­am­ple, some­one is try­ing to ex­plain to me some­thing that is rather bor­ing I can say, “That’s too con­fus­ing for me.”

What that does is help the other per­son think that he’s a lot bet­ter than I am which is not a bad thing to get out of some bor­ing sit­u­a­tion at the time. Be­lieve it or not, this is not too con­fus­ing for me.

An­other side of this would be, some­body wants me to ex­plain some­thing and I am not re­ally in the mood to do a lot of ex­plain­ing, I say many con­fus­ing things and the per­son comes to the point where he says, “That’s too con­fus­ing for me.” Win­ning is so won­der­ful. Not long ago, I over­heard some­body say, “Is that cup half full or half empty?”

For some rea­son I just can­not get that out of my head and it has con­fused me like noth­ing else in my life.

If, for ex­am­ple, a cup is half-full is it not also half-empty? And, if it is half-empty is it also half-full?

I do not know if this is in­ten­tional con­fu­sion or if it is not sup­posed to make any sense at all.

I think “the half empty/half full” sce­nario is just for plain or­di­nary fools. In my ex­pe­ri­ence, I have never met a half fool. Ei­ther they are all fool or they are not a fool at all. Just when you think you met a half-fool, they spi­ral into a com­plete fool. There is a ques­tion whether any fool can be com­plete or not, but that is too con­fus­ing for me.

Sev­eral times my wife will look at me and say, “Are you act­ing a fool?”

I would like to set her straight some­time, but I am a lit­tle con­fused as to be the right time. But I am not act­ing a fool. I have ab­so­lutely no skill in the th­es­pian art of act­ing. Of course, when she ad­dresses me with that ques­tion, I act like I am not a fool, which I am not sure qual­i­fies in the th­es­pian arts cat­e­gory.

The con­fu­sion here is, if I am not act­ing a fool, how can I act like I am not a fool? What is the real dif­fer­ence here? Is there any dif­fer­ence at all? Oh, how con­fus­ing it all is.

I am afraid that con­fu­sion runs very deep in my life.

If I wanted to get out of the con­fu­sion syn­drome, all I have to do is ap­proach my wife and say, “I don’t un­der­stand this, could you ex­plain it to me?” Af­ter that, I am too con­fused to re­ally un­der­stand that I am con­fused about it at all. Thanks, of course, to my wife who is con­fused about noth­ing that I know.

With her great skill in this area, she has helped me out of many a con­fus­ing sit­u­a­tions.

Per­haps that is the pri­mary dif­fer­ence be­tween a hus­band and wife. The hus­band is af­flicted with the con­fu­sion syn­drome and the wife knows how to un­con­fuse her hus­band. She has a rem­edy, ac­cord­ing to her, that will cure him im­me­di­ately.

This is the great joy of my life to be able to ig­nore my con­fu­sion and trust my wife’s judg­ment in this area. I can bal­ance the check­book, but I have a hard time balanc­ing these con­fu­sion el­e­ments in my life. Thanks to my wife, I do not have to worry about it.

At my present junc­tion in life, I do not know if I am re­ally con­fused or not. It is rather a con­fus­ing as­pect to think about right now. Am I con­fused or am I not con­fused. If I am con­fused, what are the symp­toms? If I am not con­fused, how will I know?

Per­haps the most com­fort­ing as­pect of life, at least for some­one my age, is know­ing you are con­fused, ac­cept it and get on with life. Noth­ing is more sat­is­fy­ing in life than know­ing what you are and be­ing able to ac­cept your­self as you are and then en­joy the rest of your life.

With so much to do in the world today, it is al­ways com­fort­ing to know that there is some­thing you do not have to do. I like what the apos­tle Paul said. “And what­so­ever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Je­sus, giv­ing thanks to God and the Fa­ther by him” (Colos­sians 3:17).

In the midst of all your sup­posed con­fu­sion, sit back, take a deep breath and give thanks to God for his grace in ac­cept­ing you as you are.

Dr. James L. Sny­der is pas­tor of the Fam­ily of God Fel­low­ship, Ocala, FL 34483, where he lives with the Gra­cious Mistress of the Par­son­age. Tele­phone 1-866-5522543, email jamess­ny­der2@att. net. Web­site is www.jamess­ny­der­min­

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