Sept. 22,
2012
(This poem was written recounting what happened on Sunday, Sept. 16, 2012)
Am I Too
Good for Chili?
On Sunday
night a group of friends
Often get
together
We eat “a
bite,” converse a lot,
Play games,
or "just whatever!”
Recently, Ky’s and my
Turn came
up to cook.
One friend
suggested frito pie,
So that is what
we took.
We needed
first to know just what
One puts in
such a “pie.”
“You use
some cheese and frito chips,
And, of
course, canned chili.” (My!)
(And what goes in canned chili?
I’m sure it
is not good.)
But our
friend was quite excited;
It seemed
his comfort food.
Ky bought
the stuff to make the pie.
We fixed it
for the group.
They seemed
to love the cheese and chips
And that
red, lumpy “goop.”
The dish
did turn out tasty.
But still,
it “wasn’t right!”
“What am I really eating??”
Kept
lurking in my mind.
I later
felt ‘most shameful.
“Am I too
good for this?
What if in
ministry to come
This ‘pie’ would feed my kids?”
In God’s
unchanged, inspired Word,
Paul writes
believers there:
“Eat, no
questions asking--
It’s
sanctified with prayer.”
And
believers who have loved the LORD
Have often
eaten less,
Or sat
around the table
Without a
bite to bless.
Am I too
good for chili?
(And would
my LORD have been?)
Perhaps this
blessed chili
Will teach
me more of Him.
