She wears one.
Come for a meal or afternoon tea and you’ll find her in the kitchen, dressed to thrill in an apron.
Not just an apron, for any taking thrill to another level.
Aprons are throwbacks to another time, when eating out meant you were invited to someone else’s house.
And so it was the other day when I entered my friend’s house.
The feast began with a whiff of something baking.
Who’d fire up an oven on such a HOT day?
One who’d add a layer of warmth onto herself, aproned protection against splatters from scratch cooking and baking.
Her gifts of time and thoughtfulness tend me still, as I anticipate leftovers for lunch One always leaves with “a little something extra” to take home.
What’s happened to us, we who call ourselves some variation of “Evangelical Christian”?
My friend and I don’t agree on everything, still we remain friends.
Perhaps some of it’s tied up in a humble apron, chosen and worn by someone used to work, knowing real life comes with accidents, imperfections, and issues.
Can’t help recalling the biblical account of the Last Supper. (John 13 in The Message)
Jesus, having aproned himself, knelt, washed, wiped feet, then sat and shared the heart of God with the undeserving.
Leaves me wondering what’s possible during this time of deep division in our country and beyond.
Armed with aprons(no strings attached), how can we become people providing places for civil discourse, budding friendships and promises of something better?
Saw a T-shirt this week with these words:
Imagine the possibilities of a band of brothers and sisters, young and old aproned diplomats, committed to listening, learning, serving, then freely sharing seconds of Grace with infusions of Hope plus ” a little something extra” to take home.
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