You’d think I would have learned the importance of how you make people feel back in fifth grade. Back when I suffered the social consequences of making a friend feel badly. But no. I guess I don’t learn very fast, after all.
Pronouncing Words Correctly
“We got a new horse!” My best friend Kelly’s excitement vibrated through the phone line. “Will your mom let you come down to the farm to see it?”
“Just a sec.” I almost dropped the phone in my haste to run to the living room and ask Mom. She nodded her permission to my breathless request, and I rushed back to let Kelly know I would leave immediately.
Fifteen minutes later, we stood outside the corral and watched a beautiful black horse toss his silken mane and snort at the newness of his surroundings.
“He’s gorgeous,” I breathed. “What’s his name?”
“Treasure,” Kelly replied in her soft Southern accent.
“TREH-sure?” I asked. “What does that mean?”
“You know, like in the pirate stories everyone looks for hidden treasure?” At my blank look, Kelly added, “It rhymes with MEH-sure.”
I’d only lived in North Carolina for six months, and my Pacific Northwest brain hadn’t learned all the nuances of the Southern dialect.
“Oh, you mean TRAY-zure and MAY-zure!”
“No. It’s TREH-sure and MEH-sure,” Kelly assured me.
I shook my head in disbelief, but swallowed any further corrections. After all, I wanted to gain permission to enter the corral and pet the horse, regardless of his name or how my misguided friend pronounced it.Is it better to be right? Or to think about others' feelings? #fmfparty Click To Tweet
How to Measure What’s Right
That evening, I explained to my parents what had happened. “Who’s right?” I asked.
“I’d say you are,” my dad assured me, “but you should check a dictionary.”
I dug out the dictionary and found ‘measure’ first, since M comes before T. Much to my surprise, it had TWO acceptable pronunciations for both words. Kelly and I had both pronounced the words correctly.
Of course, MY pronunciation came first, so that meant I was most right. I couldn’t wait to share what I’d learned with Kelly the next day at school.
“We’re both right,” I shouted across the playground.
“About what?” Kelly answered, running up to me.
“According to the dictionary, you can say ‘measure’ and ‘treasure’ both ways,” I announced with authority.
Kelly shrugged her shoulders, unimpressed with my revelation.
“You can say ‘TREH-sure’ and ‘MEH-sure.’”
“So what?” Kelly replied.
“Although according to the dictionary, the way I say ‘measure’ and ‘treasure’ is the most right because my pronunciation comes first.”
Kelly walked off, mumbling something about the horse’s name being ‘TREH-sure,’ regardless of what the dictionary said.
For the rest of the year, Kelly seemed distant and not quite so friendly. In fact, she didn’t invite me to her birthday party.
Forty-two years later, I finally understand. Being right isn’t as important as how you make people feel. My need to share information overwhelms my common sense. I measure my worth by what I know.
The Pharisees knew a lot back in Jesus’ day. They knew the law, how to tithe correctly, and how many steps they could take on the Sabbath. Unfortunately, their knowledge and attitude kept them out of the Kingdom.
The measuring device I treasure most is how Jesus treated people. It’s time to throw that other yardstick away.
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