The Gift of Disagreement

The Gift of Disagreement

When we moved into our house, an empty spot by the front door begged for a little table. I needed a spot for my keys, incoming mail, and outgoing library books. I meandered through the furniture section of a local thrift store searching for just the right piece. I found my little table on the end of an aisle. It looked pitiful, an old garden bench with peeling, tacky teal paint. I loaded up my new table and headed home for the great makeover.

I spread a tarp out on the garage floor. I collected the supplies I needed: sandpaper, a soft rag, paint brushes, and a can of shiny black paint. As I walked around the little table, I could see it’s potential in my mind. I was tempted to skip the sanding and get right to the painting. I wanted the results without enduring the hard work of rubbing away the imperfections.

Thanks to my many hours watching DIY reality shows, I know refinishing furniture starts with sanding. Sanding removes the old finish giving the new paint something to grip. Without this crucial, painstaking process, the new paint might peel or chip. So I pushed up my sleeves and sanded away the peeling paint until a smooth surface remained. Fine grains of imperfections fell to the tarp as I methodically worked my way around the table. With all of the rough patches removed, my table soaked in the new paint and found renewed life.

Sanding isn’t the fun part of refinishing furniture. Repetitious friction isn’t glamorous. Rubbing away the old to prepare for the new is tiresome and sometimes painful. However, lasting beauty requires this hard work.

Disagreements are a sort of sandpaper for people. Differing opinions rub us the wrong way. They cause conflict in families, between neighbors, and within the church. Contention can lead to splits and silent treatments.

Disagreements can also be a gift.

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