Last night we had a couple over from church. They have been missionaries in Brazil for most of their lives with a few years in Mozambique (forgot how to spell it in English. Ha! Ha! Just looked it up and it’s the same in both languages! That’s pretty cool!) Now, he is in charge of their mission for the entire North and South Americas and now they are pretty much global nomads, on the road all the time. I thought it would be nice to get to know them and figured that they could use an American home-cooked meal and a dose of friendship.
I’m not the best cook in the world, but I do have a few things that I make well and usually serve to company. I planned two of these for the meal (broccoli soup and homemade cream cheese crescent rolls.) I’ve never been much of a cake baker, especially from scratch (a requirement here in Brazil.) But since my dear husband loves pineapple upside down cake, I thought I would make a stab at it for this meal. (How wrong could it go?)
I made the rolls and they turned out fine. I made the cake and it looked just fine. I made the soup and it was a watery mess. They were so polite and talked of how nice the soup was. (But ugghh, it was hideous!) When I served the cake, I struggled to cut it (and then struggled to eat it. It was at least half raw.) I’ve pretty much NEVER been so humiliated by my cooking prowess.
Despite the awful food, we had a pleasant evening getting to know each other. But this morning I’m still struggling over the miserable mess I served them and called it “dinner.” After doing a Bible study on humility this morning, I realized that I was far too focused on the food, and not enough focused on the nice time we had with this couple. Lord, deliver me from my own pride. Help me to do more “trembling at your word” and less taking pride in the gifts I have been given.
Isa 66:2
"This is the one I esteem:
he who is humble and contrite in spirit,
and trembles at my word.
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