Container Christianity

 

First day of fall came and left without fanfare.  Gray, drizzly day, devoid of the color tourist’s flock to New England to experience during leaf peeping season.

Needed comfort so heated a can of tomato soup and burned a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner last night.

Feast of the familiar, eaten with a grateful heart for not triggering a smoke alarm.

Actually, I learned the art of scraping burned toast and grilled sandwiches from my Mama.

She hurried, too.

Today’s a beauty.

Sun’s out.

My neighbor, Beth,  aware of my balky knee, came over to restore order, hauled deck furniture from the living room where they hid during the storm. She watered the mums, dead headed several plants.  I don’t even do that.  She cannot move away.

I thought about Beth and Bill’s kindness, clearing my deck before the storm hit, making sure I was ok.  I hope I’d think to do that for them or others, if their knees balked.  Beth went beyond, returning to place furniture and plants  where they belong so I ” can enjoy the day.”

Sandy,  another thoughtful neighbor, came to get the key to retrieve my mail,  sent witty quotes on aging after reading my blog, and offered “help whenever needed.”

Good neighbors.

Still reflecting on something I read yesterday in II Timothy 2 in The Message.

“In a well-furnished kitchen there are not only crystal goblets and silver platters, but waste cans and compost buckets-some containers used to serve fine meals, others to take out the garbage.  Become the kind of container God can use to present any and every kind of gift to his guests for their blessing.”

I’d like to become “the kind of container God can use…

A crystal goblet or compost bucket kind of Christian.

Whatever’s needed.

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