Fresh-popped kettle corn’s aroma wafted in the living room, (Mine!) Fritos crumched. (Kelly’s) Mini Milk Bones rustled in the box. (Chris, spoiling Dottie, Rocky, and Midas.)
Everything was perfect, and perfectly timed. The movie I’d wanted to see was due to start on TV. Chris gave me my favorite oh-so-soft throw. I offered him some kettle corn. BTW--I'm wild about the stuff, so that proves just how much I love him.
The Help started. Have you seen it? If you haven’t, I won’t give any spoilers. (Don’t you hate it when someone ruins a book or movie by telling you things that should have come as a surprise?) That being said, you simply must see that movie! It’s full of pathos and humor, rich with a cast of incredible characters, and the only thing that would have improved it would have been a second bag of kettle corn.
One of the lines in the movie struck me: “No one ever asked what it was like to be me.” The character who said it lived in a close-knit neighborhood, had several good friends, and attended a church where she was loved. But she didn’t feel anyone understood her.Yet she chanted something to the little girl she watched,
How beautiful that she instilled in others what she never was given, herself!
Jesus didn't ask what it was like to be us. He took on human form and experienced the joys and sorrows, the frustrations, and the victories. Reviled, rejected, betrayed… misunderstood, adored… wanted for what He could do instead of adored for who He was. He knew the sweetness of a child's hug, and He suffered unimaginable pain. I can’t say no one ever asked what it is like to be me. I look into the eyes of Jesus and see the fathomless love of someone who knows what it's like to be me.
For Him, I’d gladly miss part of the movie and go pop Him some kettle corn. Just imagine:
didn’t know corn existed when Jesus lived on Earth. Jesus didn't delight in that simple pleasure. How I'd love to sit at Jesus' feet and serve Him that treat! Israel
But the aroma of my love and prayers ascend to Him as a sweet incense. I’d like to believe that tonight, they smell like the steam rising out of the bowl.
And I’ll chant, "Above all, my Savior, You are kind. You are smart. You are important.” Holy, holy, holy.