Chilly. Wind’s off the ocean. Beach forsaken by summertime’s sun seekers, swimmers and sandcastle artists.
Seasons fly like days, whisking me through these latter years like a time traveler.
Wondering how to invest what’s left of my one small dash.
Been pondering familiar words in Luke 10 from The Message. It’s the story of Jesus in Mary and Martha’s home, teaching hungry hearts, including Mary’s.
Martha, experienced hostess, remains at the stove, anticipating when folks will need to feast on more than words.
Since, I’m both, I picture Martha getting worked up in the kitchen. Finally, hands on hips, Martha heads to Jesus. Time to give Mary a lesson she won’t forget.
“Master, don’t you care that my sister has abandoned the kitchen to me? Tell her to lend me a hand.”
Jesus said, “Martha, dear Martha, you’re fussing far too much and getting yourself worked up over nothing. One thing only is essential and Mary has chosen it—it’s the main course, and won’t be taken from her.”
In the past, I’ve felt sorry for Martha, getting the comeuppance Mary deserved. However, since I’ve a lot of Mary in me, I’m grateful Jesus affirmed her mind, encouraged her to sit and learn.
Today, the story speaks to me of balance and relationships, basics of my dash. I love Martha’s comfort level with Jesus. Safe to “let it all out.” Neither Martha’s truth telling nor Mary’s abandoning a traditional role gets them tossed, sent back to the kitchen.
Encouraging to picture Martha, loosening her apron, balling up this symbol of sameness, settling down beside Mary to listen to the One who soon will free more than their minds. For now, enough to be free to sit on her apron and appreciate the main course.
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