The Little-House-On-The-Corner is waaaaaay too quiet and it's way to early to call it a night.
So I'm doing the dishes.
Yeah, I'm domesticated. Kinda.
And I'm working on the frying pan that held tonight's dinner.
It cleaned up nicely because of the coating of oil with herbs and spices applied before the entrée was plopped into the pan.
Oil.
Now that's biblical.
Oil was used for anointing things. Dribbling down beards.
Dripping offa heads.
And keeping widows from starving.
Tonight we used it to cook things golden-brown.
Giving it a look of deliciousness before we ever stuck a fork into it to get that first taste.
Now isn't that just what the Holy Spirit does?
HE oils us up good until the Son's Life is just oozing out of us - IF we'll let HIM.
Then it happens.
The Father turns up the heat and puts us in the frying pan.
Hot-hot-hot-hot.
Don't like this - don't like this at all!
Ouchouchouchouchouchouch.
I'm sizzling here, Lord.
Don't You care that I'm gettin' CRISPY?!!
And yet we trust that the Cook knows what HE's cooking.
And all the ingredients and all that heat will make it all good.
Somehow.
And those in the world around us start to notice.
"Hey - they're not smoldering and turning into charcoal.
Why aren't they burning?!"
We don't even notice that we're turning an Oil-coated golden-brown, catching the attention of folks with hungry hearts.
Folks that sniff the aroma of HIS Love as it draws them to the Cook who will give them Life in HIM.
Freely and abundantly.
So their hearts will never be hungry again.
"Taste and see that the Lord is good."
The Oil, the pan, and the heat.
Given and controlled by The Cook.
So others will notice.
And come to HIS table.
Never to be hungry again.
Huh.
We're like the french fries of Heaven - those golden arches on golden streets, and us golden brown.
In that case, Lord -
SUPERSIZE us, eh?