Now we see only an indistinct image in a mirror, but then we will be face to face. Now what I know is incomplete, but then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. 1 Corinthians 13:12
English: A roll of silver, Scotch brand duct tape. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but I had that uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach from the moment my son and I walked through his door. It was all based on an impression. The girl behind the counter couldn’t find a record of the appointment and the dank office reminded me of the spaces the Navy condemned when my husband was stationed at NAS Norfolk. Not a great general impression, but I reasoned the appearance might not indicate the level of expertise.
I was wrong. After several minutes my son, Connor, and I were escorted to a cubicle where a quick survey of the room only increased my concern. The sink was decorated with white flecks of–well, something–while duct tape was wrapped around the base of a suction tube that looked as if it were a relic from the 1970’s.
Who lets this dentist (a term I use loosely) stay in business? Unfortunately, I’m a lot like the duct tape dentist. I bear a title–Christian; can use all of the right terms–bless, pray, forgive; and give an impression of living my life a certain way. But, really? I’m just a duct tape believer–held together by Christ. Thankfully, one day He’ll make me complete–at least on the other side of heaven.