Earlier this week, I had a cup of coffee from a coffee shop I had never tried before.  When someone asked me how it was, I replied, “Horrible.” I was going to say wretched, but that seemed a little harsh.

And I wondered, how could a coffee shop survive, serving such horrible coffee?  And then I had an epiphany: what if it wasn’t the coffee? What if it was me?

What if other people actually enjoyed the coffee, and I just didn’t like it, that it was nothing more than personal taste? Then I wondered if that might also extend to my view of brussel sprouts, rap music and the Leafs.

I wonder what the world would be like if we all understood that just because we prefer one thing to another, it doesn’t always make the other thing wrong. And doesn’t really say a lot about those enjoy them, other than that they have different tastes than we do. Even things as divisive as politics, sports, and our preference for style in church music.

There are some things in our lives worth defending, but we need to accept many things as simply a matter of personal taste, even when we think the coffee is horrible.

Have a great week, and remember: To see what is really possible, you will have to attempt the impossible.