Sermon "Skill in Your Hand & God in Your Heart"

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Cracks in My Plate

Seems like the older I get the more things I miss from my childhood. Even the simplest of things. Like for example, our plates. See nowadays, we often eat on styrofoam plates because in such a busy lifestyle, it's much easier to be able to throw them away and not have to wash a sink full of plates. Even when we're not using disposable plates, we mostly use some fancified plastic ones. It's rare that we use real plates. But when I was growing up, we used real plates all the time. About the only time we saw paper or styrofoam plates was when we had a cookout. So the sound of forks (which weren't plastic of course) clanking against those plates was a common, everyday sound of my childhood, that's now mostly gone.
But, even though we used plates everyday, our plates were not much to look at. Sure we had a good set, we called china, which was only used for special dinners or special company. But our everyday plates were mix-match, well worn, even with chips and cracks. But...they were always clean. I knew the hands that washed them, so I never had to worry about whether they were clean. Not to mention, a plate is only noticed when it's empty. So, once my momma's good cooking was laid on them, no one cared about what the plate looked like.
I know that I have a some chips and cracks in this plate called my life. Had anyone else been given the choice, they may have figured I was only worth throwing away. But like my momma decided with those plates, God determined I was worth washing and using again; and for that I am grateful. I just pray that as He uses me as His servant, that people will look past what He is serving on and see what He is serving. My cracks and chips obviously reveal that I am less than perfect, but that doesn't take away from the fact that God is more than wonderful. But I know I need to be continuously washed, because no matter how good the Gospel might be, no one wants to eat it off a dirty plate.
I hope that through me I will continue to hear the spiritual sounds of forks clanking on my plate. I want everyone I meet to taste of the Lord and see that He is good.

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