Thursday, July 30, 2009
Shucks and dadgummit all … but the plate is still good, and we’ll continue to eat off of it … though if we have guests, Donna or I will get the one with the chip missing.
That’s life, I guess.
You and me included.
A couple of hard nocks, chips a-flying … but we’re still intact. You are you and I am me … and who cares if some bits and pieces are missing!
A friend said to me a few years back, “if you make it to heaven without scars on your back, you haven’t lived a faithful life.”
I guess we could buy plates and put ‘em away, neatly wrapped. “Here, look at all these wonderful plates – see how neat and clean they are? The secret to beautiful plates? Never use ‘em.”
But plates are for using, washing and using again, and sooner or later, the fateful first chip, and then another, and then another …
Let’s it hear it for chipped plates!
Lets it hear for one another, chipped and cracked as we are, for we are loved by God just as we are, and we’re lovingly used by God to feed a hungry world. Chipped and cracked, we can still serve up a good portion of food – after all, no one eats the plate, just the food on it.
Heap up your plate with good food – God’s love and a boundless hope. You will feed a hungry world, and no one will notice the chips and the cracks.
Posted by castaway at 9:20 AM