I met my old friend for dinner the other night. We ordered a couple of Philly cheesesteak sandwiches. (Ironically, he requested his without any cheese.)
During a lull in the conversation, my friend noticed the blue wristband I was wearing and asked, “What’s that for?”
So I started telling him about a previous series at our church called “How to Eat an Elephant” and about how my wristband said, “One bite at a time.”
Admittedly, it’s a corny punchline.
But, the principle is true.
How do we tackle a big problem? One small step at a time.
How to we go about being more “holy” in an area of our lives? One small bite at a time.
As the minister at our church described it … we’re like the Allied invasion on D-Day. We’re attacking one beachhead and then another and then another, until we’ve overcome the enemy. (Did I mention that we’re not alone in this? That God and other people are fighting for us as well?)
My friend nodded at all this, and I thought we might end up having a deeper discussion about being middle-aged and the accumulated problems of our lives.
But we didn’t (which was fine by me).
Instead, we decided to swap a few elephant jokes, from when we were kids.
Q: How do you put an elephant in the refrigerator?
A: You open the door, and put him inside.
Q: How do you put a giraffe in the refrigerator?
A: You open the door, take out the elephant, and put the giraffe inside.
Q: How do you kill a blue elephant?
A: With a blue elephant gun.
Q: How do you kill a pink elephant?
A: You squeeze him until he turns blue, and then you shoot him with a blue elephant gun.
Just a couple of old friends, laughing … and finishing off our cheesesteak sandwiches, one bite at a time.