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            Years ago, a woman wrote the following to READERS DIGEST:

            When my husband and I were first married, we spent much of our free time grilling dinner on our patio and speculating about the other couples living in our condominium complex. We named them all: the Activity Fans ran about in sweat pants and sneakers, the Newlyweds strolled arm in arm, the Shoppers never came home without packages, and the Carryouts had Chinese food delivered every other night.

            One morning Mrs. Newlywed knocked on our door, explaining that she had locked herself out of her condo and needed to phone her husband. She told him she was calling from a neighbor's and asked him to come home and let her in. He must have asked her which neighbor, because she glanced at me and shielded the receiver with her hand. "You know," she whispered into the phone, "the Barbecuers!"

            Isn’t it funny how we intuitively desire to label people? I am glad Jesus doesn’t do this.

            (Incidentally, check out the term BLOGGER uses for the keywords in a post: labels!)