Does your faith feel like a pot of cold water?
I boiled a pot of water. After it had boiled I went outside to clean my garbage can.
According to an on-line article I read, boiling water and bleach is the only thing that kills maggots. Stepping on them works pretty good too. Apparently chicken that has expired needs to be put in a sealed plastic bag before you put it in the garbage can.
Did you know one fly lays about 500 eggs? There were probably three or four flies laying eggs in my garbage can last week.
I did not photograph the garbage. Some things are better left to the imagination. Or not. It took me an hour to take out all of the garbage bags, rebag them, and spray down the garbage can.
When I came back in the house to get the boiling water, the water I had boiled was already cold.
It had only been a few minutes. ( It was probably closer to an hour. Time flies when you are rebagging expired chicken that the flies discovered and laid eggs on.)
I thought the water would have stayed warm longer.
You have to continue to apply heat for water to stay hot.
Hey, I am the pot and Jesus is the flame.
Sometimes my faith feels like a cold pot of water.
If I don’t take time to read the Bible and pray, my faith feels cold.
Lately I don’t even think about reading my Bible when I wake up. The first thing I think about when I wake up is getting my jobs done. Start the laundry, clean the litter boxes, sweep the floor…
I want to stay close to the flame. I don’t want to be a cold tea kettle.
But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night.
When I attend church on Sunday morning I am sitting on the gas stove. My water is hot. I feel close to Jesus. I raise my hands and sing loudly. The Pastor shares his wisdom. Sort of like a verbal chicken dinner with a side of salad and chocolate cake for dessert. But if I don’t eat anything else for the rest of the week, I will be really hungry.
If I only sit on the stove on Sundays, my water will be very cold by next Sunday.
It is up to me to read my Bible on my own during the week. It is my responsibility to stay close to the flame.
How warm is the water in your kettle?
About Pamela Hodges
My name is Pamela Hodges. I am a writer and an artist. I write to encourage and to bring laughter. I paint cats, draw cartoons and write books for children and grown ups.