This past week I was one of three ladies scheduled to bring dinner for our weekly small group. I signed up weeks before and had dreaded it ever since. Not because I don’t want to participate or do my part. Let’s just say I am culinarilly challenged and I’m doing my Christin service by not putting those nice people through any of my food faux pas.
Thankfully, I was assigned to bring fruit.
Fruit – I can do fruit, right?
And to show I was not completely inept in the kitchen, I made a tasty fruit dip to go with it. So with fruit and dip in tow, we set off to meet, greet, eat, and have a seat while we learned nourishing biblical principles.
I had no idea that one of my favorite serving bowls would end up dishing out a touching lesson on our value to the Lord.
Cute things get broken.
As I packed everything to go, the bag was fruitfully heavy. So I opted to pack the serving dishes separately. When we arrived, I opened the car door to get the two bags and one of them went tumbling to the ground, crashing onto the asphalt.
It was a cute dish – one of my favorites – and it lay in pieces. An off-white flower shaped McCoy pottery bowl I’d snagged at an antique store was now shaped like shards. Since there was no use crying over spilt pottery, I collected as many pieces as I could and headed into the host’s home, bearing much fruit.
When I got home that night, I looked at the many pieces scattered on the counter and turned over the largest piece showing the maker’s mark. It saddened me to see a once attractive and useful handmade piece of serve wear now completely unusable.
And besides, it was so cute.
Super glue, STAT!
If only we could find an adhesive that could hold the pieces securely together, enough so that it still maintained its beauty without springing a leak. Well, maybe I should settle for beauty and forgo liquids. It could work.
When we first stood before the Lord in all of our brokenness, he wasn’t afraid of how shattered we were, how many pieces He may find, or if some of them would be missing. He saw only beauty and promise where no human eye could detect. And He saw you wholly restored.
And as for the maker’s mark? Well, He knew Whose name He would find:
“…you received God’s Spirit when he adopted you as his own children. Now we call him, ‘Abba, Father.’ For his Spirit joins with our spirit to affirm that we are God’s children. And since we are his children, we are his heirs. In fact, together with Christ, we are heirs of God’s glory…” (Romans 15-17).
What is in a name?
Is Christ your Lord? Yes? Then you bear His name.
Oh, the power found in Christ’s sacrifice! By accepting Christ as Lord in faith, His resurrection power sets into motion a supernatural Father-child relationship that cannot be undone! As we are drawn to Him by faith through grace, he mends our hearts and holds all of our broken pieces together in love.
Whether your pieces are coming together with ease or you’ve still got some out there missing, He is holding them all. He says you are whole and worthy for service to contain His Spirit and to bear fruit of the same.
My beautiful bowl, once mended, may not be useful for containing sauces, soups, or stews. But we can be assured that our brokenness, sustained by the Holy One, is fully able to contain, bear, and dispense much good fruit.
So, take a look inside your cute, completely mended container. Do you see any fruit? If not, check for the Maker’s mark then take another peek. I bet there’s some there.