It was Saturday morning in Panama City, Florida. I had arrived three days before with my husband, children, and my in-laws. Every morning we waited until 9:00am to get into the pool located just outside our back room. I wondered why we waited until 9. Across from the pool was a dilapidated old sign which said the pool opened at 8am. Why were we waiting until 9am? I just didn't know. Then Saturday morning came. We all rose early because my toddler woke extra early waking the whole motel room. My husband informed me everyone was just waiting for 9am to hit so we could get into the pool. That was when I finally revealed the sign I had been staring for the past half week. He followed by pointing out a newer sign at the far side of the pool that showed the pool opened at 9am. How did I miss that? I just didn't know.
Listening in on our conversation that morning was the pool guy, quietly cleaning while we talked. I was back in the room he turned his attention to the others and said, "The pool is clean if you want to go in." So at 8:15am, 45 minutes before we were technically allowed to go in and 15 minutes after I thought we had permission, we went to the pool. Oh it was fun. No one dared to enter with us. Kids begged their parents. We saw at least a dozen, sitting on their back porch staring at us. They would turn to their parents and ask to swim but the parents told their kids we were breaking rules. They had to follow the rules to be better than us rule breakers. For 45 minutes the pool belonged to only us. It was glorious.
It made me wonder about the bible. (Which isn't a stretch for me, everything eventually goes back to faith and God when my mind is involved.) Our biblical understanding typically comes in three forms. None of these forms are completely wrong and none are completely right. They are just something to think about.
So I guess that is what I learned. Just be more open. Maybe we will teach someone something new through our openness. Maybe we will learn something new by being open