Make Me A Spoon
Anonymous
Did you ever compare your Christian service to silverware? All silverware is made to serve, but the different pieces serve in different ways.
Forks stab. "This is mine," they say. Bits of meat, carrots, pickles, salad and cheese. "This, this and this are mine," says the fork. "Everything for me, me, me." And soon every last morsel on the plate has been pinned by the spear of the selfish fork.
Knives cut. "Too big," says the knife. Slice. Cut. Chop. Dice. Everything must change its shape to satisfy the whim of the knife. Nothing is right as it is. Everything needs paring down, carving or separating.
Spoons serve: cereal, soup, peas -- all the impossible foods can be handled comfortably from the
smooth bowl of the spoon. Spoons say, "Here, let me help you. We can manage together."
MAKE ME A SPOON, LORD!
smooth bowl of the spoon. Spoons say, "Here, let me help you. We can manage together."
MAKE ME A SPOON, LORD!
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