Have you ever been sitting on your sofa and wondered why certain textures of food make the meal your eating less appetizing, even downright disgusting? Even more, have you ever wondered why certain voices on the radio (preachers, newscasters, sports announcers) automatically send your finger to turn the off button? I have not come up with a good answer why these two things bother me at an endless rate. I often think that maybe it is something to do with my psychological makeup, something in my mind that sends a signal to my brain that this kind of texture or that kind of voice is disturbing.
Lately, I have been listening to many radio preachers on our local AM Christian station, 91.5. The majority of the preachers have voices that are pleasant to the ears and whose messages are edifying and encouraging. Yet, there are a certain few whose voices seem to rattle my eardrums like a noisy woodpecker beating on the next door neighbor's house. However biblical and theologically orthodox their message may be, my gut reaction is to turn the station. Why do their voices irritate the hell out of me? I have still not found an answer to this question. My heart tells me that maybe you should give these ministers another shot. The downright funny thing about this annoyance is that someone might have the gift of oratory like no one else or they may be expounding the Scriptures faithfully each Sunday, but if their tone grates on my ears, they vanish from my sights, or shall I say my ears.
The texture of some foods bothers me also. For example, my wife loves oatmeal as well as my one year old daughter, Rylee. I have tried for years to like oatmeal, eating it with fruit, with syrup and brown sugar to no avail. The problem is not in the nutritional value, but it is in the texture. When I feel the grainy texture of the oatmeal on my tongue, I want to call the fire department and have them wash the stuff out of my mouth with a hose. Why does oatmeal cause such a ruckus in my mouth? The answer to this question escapes me. Yet, I will keep on trying to figure out why textures and tone qualities bother me just like not being allowed to open presents on Christmas Eve.
Lately, I have been listening to many radio preachers on our local AM Christian station, 91.5. The majority of the preachers have voices that are pleasant to the ears and whose messages are edifying and encouraging. Yet, there are a certain few whose voices seem to rattle my eardrums like a noisy woodpecker beating on the next door neighbor's house. However biblical and theologically orthodox their message may be, my gut reaction is to turn the station. Why do their voices irritate the hell out of me? I have still not found an answer to this question. My heart tells me that maybe you should give these ministers another shot. The downright funny thing about this annoyance is that someone might have the gift of oratory like no one else or they may be expounding the Scriptures faithfully each Sunday, but if their tone grates on my ears, they vanish from my sights, or shall I say my ears.
The texture of some foods bothers me also. For example, my wife loves oatmeal as well as my one year old daughter, Rylee. I have tried for years to like oatmeal, eating it with fruit, with syrup and brown sugar to no avail. The problem is not in the nutritional value, but it is in the texture. When I feel the grainy texture of the oatmeal on my tongue, I want to call the fire department and have them wash the stuff out of my mouth with a hose. Why does oatmeal cause such a ruckus in my mouth? The answer to this question escapes me. Yet, I will keep on trying to figure out why textures and tone qualities bother me just like not being allowed to open presents on Christmas Eve.
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