Are you (unwittingly) superstitious?
I read somewhere that being superstitious is un-Christian. It shows a naïve dependence on things other than Jesus.
Heck, I’m not superstitious! The proof? I have two college degrees, I don’t collect four-leaf clovers, and I think Leonard Nimoy’s “Spock” is an excellent role model.
Then I began scrutinizing my behaviors with an eye to ogga-bogga-voo-doo type tendencies…and discovered several superstitions. Here are a few:
Don’t X out the date on the calendar until the day is actually over, or something bad will happen.
Put the toilet lid down so good chi (life force according to Traditional Chinese Medicine) doesn’t get sucked out and bad chi wafts into the house and my body.
Don’t say, “I love you,” first, or you’ll look silly.
There are more superstitious habits ingrained in my behavior to the point that I’m not even aware of them all. As I identify these fallacies, I wipe them out and depend on Jesus.
It’s freeing to not be bound by stupid, meaningless rituals.