Who would believe that I forgot that today was Good Friday? Working for a Christian non-profit, I had the day off. I planned to make Hot cross buns yesterday but when I woke this morning, the significance of the day slipped my mind.
I read Isaiah22 twice to get the meaning, was awed by the vivid descriptions of war. The language was majestic, the metaphors so original, written thousands of years ago but still capable of conveying the total horror of war in a nuclear age. After all, the bitterness experienced in war does not change. The loss of a tent or a range house is equally painful when it is called home. The death of a soldier or massacre of civilians is lamented so this morning, my mind was trying to shut out these images. They stayed with me even while I tried to remember that God wants us to trust Him and not to depend on our own defenses.
I kept the doctor’s appointment, and then shopped for groceries, especially the yeast which was an essential ingredient for hot cross buns. I also bought an Easter lily.
I returned to the Jubilee Square with my nephew, to get a wardrobe forgetting the glue, which would require another trip later. As the morning raced by, I realized I had to hurry to get the buns ready.
I plugged in my food mixer for quick mixing only to find that I had mixed the yeast with the dry ingredients so had to start again. My British cook book and my Cuisinart manual as well as the yeast directions lay side by side on the table. I’m still not familiar with the processor. I’ve never made cross buns before so it was a project of trial and error. In truth, it seemed to be more errors than trial.
So, did I reflect on the amazing love of God that ransomed me? To my shame, not really! I have been so deeply engrossed in activities about Easter that I found little time for spiritual reflection.
This is not the first time I’ve acted like Martha and allowed myself to be caught up in many things. I’ve always been on Martha’s side, knowing that if we all sit down, even important things can be left undone, However, Mary had her priorities right. She did not miss out on relationship. So as I prepare to entertain eleven people tomorrow, I plan to try very hard to work at improving our relationship, every thing else is secondary. It is far too easy for me to be consumed with preparation than with people. It is sobering to think that the things I do for God can take time away from knowing Him.
Who would believe that I forgot that today was Good Friday? Working for a Christian non-profit, I had the day off. I planned to make Hot cross buns yesterday but when I woke this morning, the significance of the day slipped my mind.
I read Isaiah22 twice to get the meaning, was awed by the vivid descriptions of war. The language was majestic, the metaphors so original, written thousands of years ago but still capable of conveying the total horror of war in a nuclear age. After all, the bitterness experienced in war does not change. The loss of a tent or a range house is equally painful when it is called home. The death of a soldier or massacre of civilians is lamented so this morning, my mind was trying to shut out these images. They stayed with me even while I tried to remember that God wants us to trust Him and not to depend on our own defenses.
I kept the doctor’s appointment, and then shopped for groceries, especially the yeast which was an essential ingredient for hot cross buns. I also bought an Easter lily.
I returned to the Jubilee Square with my nephew, to get a wardrobe forgetting the glue, which would require another trip later. As the morning raced by, I realized I had to hurry to get the bus ready.
I plugged in my food mixer for quick mixing only to find that I had mixed the yeast with the dry ingredients so had to start again. My British cook book and my Cuisinart manual as well as the yeast directions lay side by side on the table. I’m still not familiar with the processor. I’ve never made cross buns before so it was a project of trial and error. In truth, it seemed to be more errors than trial.
So, did I reflect on the amazing love of God that ransomed me? To my shame, not really! I have been so deeply engrossed in activities about Easter that I found little time for spiritual reflection.
This is not the first time I’ve acted like Martha and allowed myself to be caught up in many things. I’ve always been on Martha’s side, knowing that if we all sit down, even important things can be left undone, However, Mary had her priorities right. She did not miss out on relationship. So as I prepare to entertain eleven people tomorrow, I plan to try very hard to work at improving our relationship, every thing else is secondary. It is far too easy for me to be consumed with preparation than with people. It is sobering to think that the things I do for God can take time away from knowing Him.
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