A Month with Mary and Martha – Day 14
“Mary has chosen the good portion…” Luke 10:42, Amplified Version
When I was eight years old, I signed up for 4-H. One of my projects was “Foods”, an opportunity for young girls and boys to learn the basics of planning, cooking and presenting healthy meals. One requirement was attending the “Food Revue” – a school gymnasium filled with young people who set up their best presentation of an appealing, nutritious meal. A judge would go around and look over each entry, ask every entrant a few questions, and pass out ribbons at the end of the day. Some kids brought in linen tablecloths, candlesticks and centerpieces to display their elaborate banquet. I brought a peanut-butter-and-apple sandwich.
I used to be (emphasis on used to be) a picky eater. Every single day from 1st grade to 3rd grade, I took a peanut-butter-and-apple sandwich to school in my lunch box. So when I had to whip up my best meal for Food Revue, there was no question about what I would make. It was the very best I had to offer. I don’t remember winning any blue ribbons that day. I do remember that the judge was very kind to me…and that she couldn’t stop smiling.
I’ve learned to cook a wide variety of meals in the 43 years since my first Food Revue. I love cooking for my family, but when company comes, something in me wants to kick it up a notch. I offer my guests the chicken breast that hasn’t stuck to the bottom of the pan, the spoonful of mashed potatoes that has the melting butter pat, and the top part of the sweet potato casserole with all the brown sugar and pecans. I make sure our visitors get the inside piece of cake, not the edge piece.
Perhaps Martha was working on a culinary masterpiece for the Master; only the best portions for her guest of honor. When she approached Jesus with her complaint, He was kind enough to use kitchen jargon so she could understand. “Martha, I’m the main course. Come on in here and let Me feed you for a change.” Because Martha was so intent on giving Jesus what she wanted to give Him, she actually deprived Him of being able to give to her.
I know I deprive myself when my busyness keeps me away from quiet time with Jesus. But I am stunned by the thought that I might be denying Him the joy of feeding me when I don’t come. *shiver*
“You are my portion, O Lord.” Psalm 119:57
“The Lord’s portion is his people.” Deuteronomy 32:9