Cantaloupes / “Culture” / “Discipleship”

My colleagues and I recently received this email from the facilities department:
“Due to construction, your office may be either cooler or warmer than usual on Tuesday. Please dress accordingly.”
I was examining cantaloupes at the grocery store and turned to the produce clerk, who was refilling the bins.
“Choosing a cantaloupe is like picking a mate for marriage,” I observed casually. “A person has no idea what they’re getting until it’s too late.”
“I know, I know,” she replied. “I’ve had three cantaloupes.”
A young man, while bringing flowers to a cemetery, noticed an old Chinese man placing a bowl of rice on a nearby grave. The young man walked up to the Chinese man and asked, “When do you expect your friend to come up and eat the rice?”
The old Chinese man replied with a smile, “Same time your friend comes up to smell the flowers.”
As a new Ensign, I was assigned duty at the Naval Observatory in Washington, DC, and carpooled to work with a veteran Marine sergeant. One afternoon, I showed him a pair of brown shoes I had purchased to go with my khaki uniform. He examined the leather carefully. “Let me take these home,” he said, “and I’ll show you a real Marine Corps shine.”
The next day I wore my old shoes, expecting to switch them with the ones the sergeant was polishing. From a grocery bag, Sarge pulled out the right shoe, shining like glass. “This is the way a Marine shines a shoe,” he said. “Now all you have to do is polish the left one to look like it.”
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