Fit for Use

The morning after Thanksgiving, while unloading the dishwasher, I noticed that nearly every piece of flatware we owned had been used the day before. The silverware basket was bulging with its load and represented about 10 pounds of knives, forks, and spoons nestled together in close quarters. But when I slid them out of the basket, each piece was sparkling clean.

UtensilsSince one of my sister’s 30-somethings and one of mine had signed on for Thanksgiving “clean-up”, they had done all the dishes the night before. And as I looked at that pile of sparkling knives, forks, and spoons, it was a marvel the dishwasher had transformed them so easily and thoroughly. The last time I’d seen them, they’d been gunked up with bits of turkey, greasy stuffing, and mashed potatoes. And they were unfit to use again until each had been dealt with “personally” by being cleaned. That included being stuffed into the dishwasher basket, followed by contact with soap, water, and heat.

The same is true of our inner selves. Each of us is continually fighting against smudges on us that are rightfully called sins. If we accumulate too many of them at once, we become unfit for God’s use, much like the dirty silverware. Every sin has to be dealt with personally, one at a time, and if we ignore them and let them pile onto us, the purposes God originally planned for us cannot be achieved.

Just like there are specific purposes for clean knives, forks, and spoons, each of us has a purpose, too, something God intended from the beginning. And within us he has established the abilities and talents we need to get his intended plans accomplished. Not only that, he made us so that we’d experience rich satisfaction in carrying out the very things he had in mind for us to do.

But just like dirty silverware has no purpose until it’s been cleaned, we, too, have to be clean to be used.

Fit for useThankfully there’s a way to get that done, and it’s linked to Jesus Christ. If we maintain a tender conscience toward our own sins, labeling them for what they are, he invites us to come to him for cleansing and promises to do it. Just like that dirty silverware, we can get sparkling clean again, becoming fit for his use because of his willingness to forgive us.

This Thanksgiving we decided to go casual, which is why I used my stainless steel flatware. I do own some sterling, but it seemed out of place with the rest of our décor. Maybe there is a place for the far more valuable sterling, though; once we’ve sought forgiveness and received clean-again status from the Lord, he views us as having the same sterling character as his Son. And that, he can use.

“We are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” (Ephesians 2:10)

A Happy Thanksgiving?

Blog readerI started Thanksgiving Day by talking to God about you blog readers, with extra time spent on those who are widows. Many of you have contacted me through this site in 2013, and I’ve saved each of your stories in a cyber-file. You’re important to me, especially those of you walking through your first 12 months without your beloved.

In asking the Lord what his desire was for the words in this Thanksgiving post, I could  just hear him say, “Comfort those who are grieving. By my Spirit, give them something to be thankful for.”

I wasn’t sure how best to do that, but as is always true with God, he showed me. “Remember the devotional you read yesterday? That message will bring them comfort.”

Though I didn’t remember, when I looked back I saw the reason he wanted me to use it. The topic was sorrow and joy, and I knew each of us could benefit from reading it tonight. Spurgeon began by reminding us of an intensely sad situation in the Bible. After Jesus had been killed, his disciples felt abandoned and were crushed with disappointment. Deep in sorrow, they wondered how they could possibly go on without him.

And then! Their beloved teacher and mentor reappeared, very much alive and back “on duty” as the one they’d become so attached to and loved so dearly. Their joy overflowed!

Spurgeon then moves from that story to sorrowful people today:

All the sorrows of saints* shall be thus transmuted, even the worst of them, which look as if they must forever remain fountains of bitterness. Then the more sorrow, the more joy. If we have loads of sorrow, then the Lord’s power will turn them into tons of joy. Then the bitterer the trouble, the sweeter the pleasure.

“The swinging of the pendulum far to the left will cause it to go all the farther to the right. The remembrances of grief shall heighten the flavor of the delight. We shall set the one in contrast with the other, and the brilliance of the diamond shall be the more clearly seen because of the black foil behind it.

“Come, my heart, cheer up! In a little while I shall be as glad as I am now gloomy. Jesus tells me that by a heavenly alchemy my sorrow shall be turned into joy. I do not see how it is to be, but I believe it, and I begin to sing by way of anticipation.” **

WonderingSo whether you’re a widow whose heart is full of sadness or a non-widow dealing with struggles of another kind, these words are a gift of comfort from the Father to you. And in the dark of night, if you haven’t thought of a single thing to be thankful for, now you have one: God’s promise of better days ahead.

Spurgeon may have been talking about our joy-filled life in the hereafter, but from my own grief experience I can tell you it’s a promise God applies in this world, too.

“Your sorrow shall be turned into joy.” (John 16:20)

*Spurgeon refers to all Christians as “saints”.   **Cheque Book of the Bank of Faith, p. 331.

Too cold!

An early ThanksgivingThanksgiving is “my” holiday, the one where everybody comes to our house. It began back in 1969 when Nate and I got married on Thanksgiving weekend, and friends of our parents put on a lavish spread the day before our rehearsal dinner.

In November of 1970 (when Nate was still in law school) we decided to host Thanksgiving in our small apartment far from home, and were thrilled when extended family agreed to make the drive.

Forty Thanksgivings later, I’ve learned that the hardest part about the meal is making sure the turkey is thawed in time. (I’ve also learned that if it isn’t, the giblet bag inside will go through the baking process without a problem, though it isn’t nearly as tasty as stuffing.)

Some Thanksgivings we’ve had over 40 guests, but this year it will be only 19. Many are bringing food contributions to the meal, and Louisa and Birgitta (currently living with me) are wonderful co-workers. We’ve also got a first-time helper working with us: 13 month old Emerald.

Fooling with frozen turkeyAfter coming home from the grocery store Monday, I deposited 18 bags of food on the kitchen counter and sat her in the middle of them to assist with unloading. A 24 pound bird and several extra turkey breasts were part of the haul, so I put them on the counter to begin thawing.

Emerald was fascinated with the netted bags, plucking at the smaller breasts and laughing as they spun around on the counter.

Too coldEventually she began patting them saying, “Hot… Hot…” (not yet knowing the word “cold”) when all of a sudden she started crying. Since she was still patting the frozen meat, it didn’t take long to figure out her tender hands were hurting from the cold. Though we quickly moved to a warmer project, it was interesting that she hadn’t known enough to stop her patting. She needed me to do it for her.

How many times have I needed God to do something like that for me? It’s happened when I’ve jumped into a project without adequate knowledge or preparation, rushing ahead to do things my way without asking God what he preferred. Or it was that I hadn’t had any experience but thought I could accomplish a task just as well as someone who had. I’ve been burned badly in both situations and needed God to terminate the projects.

Scripture tells us there is safety in the presence of wise counselors, and of course the ultimate adviser is God himself. We ought never to tackle something big without first getting thorough instructions from our superiors. That might mean going all the way to THE superior One to get our marching orders directly from him.

In the mean time, all of us learn pretty well from experience, sometimes painfully so. Just ask Emerald.

“Where there is no counsel, the people fall; but in the multitude of counselors there is safety.” (Proverbs 11:14)