Sweat the big stuff

I sometimes really care if things are true - like, for example, the number of words in Spanish versus English; of which English - a quick google search tells me - has double. I get all riled up inside if someone gets this wrong. Patently, I need to get over myself. I do not want my concern for biblical truth to come from the same place as my concern for the counting of words. I do not want to be the sort of person who is thingy about orthodoxy simply because it is correct, like some sort of primary school teacher for the world.

Yet in some ways I want to be even more thingy about biblical truth, because it matters far, far (far, far, far, far, far) more. But there's the rub - I want my reaction to be based on its import. I want my head and heart and all parts to be troubled when something so important is got wrong; rather than that mean-spirited, peering, list-keeping part of me (where is that part?) that cares so much about the unimportant stuff. I want there to be love bound up in it all. I want my reaction to consider where the other person's at and what would be helpful for them right now... all of that.