Ah... fresh fruit. We've had an abundance of it here lately, local, organic, and otherwise, and it's been such a pleasure. Thank you Lord! So in honour of that great blessing, we decided to make a peach cobbler for supper. What a wonderful treat for my family.
Looks beautiful, doesn't it? I delighted in setting the table, making the tea and coffee, spreading the cheese out delicately, and baking the cobbler to toasty and sugary perfection. Except that when I tasted the cobbler, I happened upon a few terrible discoveries:
- It was still doughy in the middle, despite the clean skewer.
- It was over-cooked on top.
- I'd accidentally grabbed the baking soda instead of the baking powder.
- I'd accidentally grabbed the 1/2 tablespoon instead of the 1/2 teaspoon.
But you know, besides my "Oh my goodness this is gross!" and running to the sink to spit, and my subsequent dealing with my own frustrations and embarrassment, it was a good experience. First off, I need some terrible kitchen disaster stories to tell my descendants, that's a must, and also... humility. As well, it's a fabulous metaphor for people. Too many of us put up a beautiful, crispy, sugary, baked-to-perfection front, when inside, we're triple-baking-soda people. Are we really living for the Lord, or does it just look like it?
I think I'd rather be like this apple. A little bruised on the outside, but honest. But inside, good things are happening: growth of character, heart, and mind.
Thank you, Jesus, for little lessons.