It all happened when I was mid-burger, 2 minutes in and 3 minutes left on the clock to consume the 67% remainder of the tomato-lettuce-cheese-pickle-beef creation in my hands.
I sat there with the tomato-y mayo dribbling down my hands and thought,
“How selfish I am! Here I am, scarfing down a 1/4 lb burger at the speediest (and messiest) rate known to mankind, and I’m hardly even tasting it!
How often do I eat a burger? Rarely.
How often do I eat a burger with the PERFECT ratio of pickles to tomatoes? Even less often.
And I’m just here gobbling it down like my dog would do, and worrying that I’ll choke it my haste!
Now, IF I, as a Christian, am the bride of Christ… and IF all good things in life come from Him, it would make sense that He gave me this burger.”
So I put myself in Jesus shoes (well, I tried at least) and suddenly I felt so small and ashamed.
Here was Jesus, creating a masterpiece of a burger just for me, and watching me to see if I liked it.
And there was me, chowing down in a terrible rush and not even tasting what I was eating, much less thanking the Lord for all the work He put into it, and for choosing to give it to me.
I have a ways to go towards living in the heavenly kingdom, especially when I’m late for my second job of the day.
But I have decided that this earth’s–and, sad to say, especially North-East America’s– style of enjoying food is not for me. I’m going to live out of the peace of the kingdom I was created for, and take time to taste my food no matter how late I am.
And thank the Giver.
So if you want to join me, come on over! We can have some coffee, and take an entire half-hour out of our day to drink it while it’s still hot.
And to soak in the warmth of thankfulness.
Because we are so very cared for, and so very BLESSED!