'Strain at a gnat and swallow a'...what??



A Camel.

Hey, I found it written in the Bible. It talks about 'straining at a gnat and swallowing a camel.' Being a guy full of questions I wondered what that's supposed to mean.

Now according to what I looked up a gnat is a tiny insect. So what I thought was that I might be so focused on the gnat that I lose sight of the fact that's it's only a small part of the 'big picture' (camel). Or maybe put in simpler terms..."I can't see the forest for the trees."

My dad taught me about that stuff when I was a kid. He'd get me picture puzzles. He'd say, "Look at the big picture first, then you'll be to see how the pieces of the puzzle fit together. It makes it a whole lot easier." And that's the way I think. I try to look at the 'big picture' first...but in many things, I'm still puzzled by what I see. But I'm working on it. That's the fun in 'living and learning.'

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Unknown said…
Nice way to "uncover the canvas" for the big picture, that you are getting ready to paint!!
November 23, 2008 at 3:30 PM
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