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I am standing in my kitchen wondering what I would make Jesus for dinner.
It’s Sunday afternoon, and I don’t particularly want to be in the kitchen for hours, as I have been. But prepping several meals at a time saves time during the week … time I need when my kids are having meltdowns at 4 p.m.
I am starting to get bitter, especially when I ask my husband to watch the baby and he says he doesn’t really want to, but he will. I can see the sparks coming out of my ears. I brace myself against the counter and think my own personal mantra:
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men (Col. 3:23).
And my mind wanders, considering doing this very task for Jesus. I certainly wouldn’t make Him Chicken and Dressing casserole, which is what I’m currently composing at the counter. I did make the cream of chicken soup from scratch, but boxed cornbread stuffing? Not for my Lord.
I know many cooks have a specialty, but I don’t. I often try new recipes on guests, because I’m a little crazy. Baked Ziti is something we often take to friends who need a meal, but I’m not sure Jesus would appreciate the pork products.
Finally, I decide I would make him what my earthly father always asks my mother for: fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and gravy.
I don’t really know how to make fried chicken; but for Jesus, I would learn.
I’m not sure this is what Paul meant in Colossians.
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