In his book In the Grip of Grace, Max Lucado writes:
Community, Salvation, Works
Isa. 64:6; Rom. 3-5; Eph. 2:8-10
In my first church, we had more than our share of southern ladies who loved to cook. I fit in well because I was a single guy who loved to eat. Our potlucks were major events.
I counted on those potluck dinners for my survival. While others were planning what to cook, I was studying my kitchen shelves to see what I could offer. The result was pitiful: One of my better offerings was an unopened sack of chips, another time I took a half-empty jar of peanuts.
Wasn't much, but no one ever complained. Those ladies would take my jar of peanuts and set it on the long table with the rest of the food and hand me a plate. "Go ahead. Don't be bashful. Fill up your plate." And I would! Mashed potatoes and gravy. Roast beef. Fried chicken. I came like a pauper and ate like a king!
The apostle Paul would have loved the symbolism of those potlucks. He would say that Christ does for us precisely what those women did for me.I counted on those potluck dinners for my survival. While others were planning what to cook, I was studying my kitchen shelves to see what I could offer. The result was pitiful: One of my better offerings was an unopened sack of chips, another time I took a half-empty jar of peanuts.
Wasn't much, but no one ever complained. Those ladies would take my jar of peanuts and set it on the long table with the rest of the food and hand me a plate. "Go ahead. Don't be bashful. Fill up your plate." And I would! Mashed potatoes and gravy. Roast beef. Fried chicken. I came like a pauper and ate like a king!
Community, Salvation, Works
Isa. 64:6; Rom. 3-5; Eph. 2:8-10