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Disc Error

“Bad master disc!” This announcement in the window of my CD multi-duplicator sent a shiver down my back. I had spent an hour of recording time, mixing down the track, and finalizing the master. So I wasn’t fully prepared to swallow the tragic news that all my hard work might be wasted. I spent the next hour and a half doing what I could to reclaim and recover the material that was on the master disc.

A “bad master disc” contains material that is damaged. It was only after I re-vamped, revised, and re-structured another disc with untainted material that I was able to begin duplicating CDs once again. I breathed a sigh of relief as the duplicator ejected usable copies of the material I had worked so hard to produce.

My Spiritual Master Disc

I’ve reflected on this experience more than once. I always seem to gravitate back to the same thought: Our spiritual lives can often mirror this idea of possessing “good” or “bad” master discs…largely due to the type of experiences that we have accumulated over a lifetime. The way that we think, feel, act and react speaks volumes about how we view and relate to God on a personal level.

When I treat others harshly and respond to them without consideration and kindness, there’s a good chance that I see God as a dictatorial, angry, and unkind Being; One Who spends much of His time waiting for me to step out of line. If I constantly feel guilty about past mistakes that I’ve made (even after I’ve asked for forgiveness), it’s quite possible that I don’t understand what Jesus came to accomplish while He was here on planet earth.

The spiritual ideals that I ascribe to do make a difference. And they often manifest themselves by what resides on my spiritual “master disc.”

Michael Temple writes from North Dakota.

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Michael Temple

writes from Grand Forks, North Dakota.

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