In the opening verses of this portion of the chapter, Paul is wrestling with the way in which the world receives, or rather rejects, does not receive the wisdom of God but regards it as foolishness. And I was reminded of a story, probably apocryphal, about the way in which our presuppositions often color our conclusions. It’s a story that has resonated deeply with me for reasons that I hope will become immediately apparent as the story develops. It’s the story of a man who was diagnosed with depression. Nothing seemed to help him. He was passed from doctor to doctor, went from treatment to treatment. Nothing made a change in his condition. Everything else having failed, he was eventually sent for a dramatic and dangerous surgical procedure and in a last ditch effort to remedy his condition. There he is, lying on the table with the surgeons and the nurses around him waiting to be anesthetized and he is asked if he is comfortable. And when the nurse recognized his accent she immediately intervened, suddenly understanding the reason that no treatment ever worked. He wasn’t depressed at all; he was simply Scottish!