March blew in with a powerful Nor’easter, leaving thousands without power, facing significant losses from prolonged power outages and damaging high tides.
Storms startle and rattle more than windows and doors, leaving us longing for the ordinary.
Friday morning, as I prepared to make coffee and toast, the lights flickered, then went out.
No power, but not for long, just long enough to make me appreciate the value of heat and electricity. Ordinary blessings, easily missed.
While drinking a mug of coffee and savoring a toasted slice of my brother’s Christmas bread, I recalled a story from the devotional booklet distributed through our church called, Forward Day by Day.
The author wrote, “I made breakfast for my dad as he was recovering from surgery. ‘Just as you like it,’ I said, presenting him with a plate of dark toast. He smiled. ‘I’ve never liked the burnt bread. I just always took the dark slices because you and your sisters didn’t like them.’ Mind=Blown. I had been under the illusion for forty years that my dad liked burnt toast. Instead, his selection was a small sweet act of sacrifice.”
The reading for the day came from Luke 7. It’s the story of a woman washing the feet of Jesus with her tears, drying them with her hair, then anointing with costly perfume. The Pharisees complain, “she’s sinful and wasteful.” But Jesus will have none of it. Jesus tells the Pharisees and startled disciples, “She has shown me much love.”(Luke 7:47 NLT)
Most of our loving’s not so dramatic or public, nor our worst storms weather related.
It’s interesting both stories took place over a meal.
Who hasn’t had a storm blow in at mealtime!
Lent affords moments to consider the cost of Love, to appreciate ordinary sacrifices love makes.
Burnt and blessed.
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