“But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”
- Romans 5:8
The other day I was helping (by helping I mean sitting at the breakfast bar drinking coffee and watching her) my wife make dinner when I asked her if she remembered the pasta dish she used to make that was kind of like a lasagna casserole.
Having no idea what I was talking about, she asked me to describe it.
“You know? It had noodles, sauce, and some kind of cheese like ricotta or cottage cheese mixed in…and mozzarella on the top…and you baked it…” I explained as eloquently as our eight year old might have.
“Not ringing a bell, I think I would remember that.”
“I know you made it several times, even for a few family gatherings.”
“Look through the recipes; if I made it as many times as you say, I’m sure it’s in the recipe book.”
So, since my drinking coffee wasn’t contributing much to the dinner prep. effort anyway, I retrieved the green binder that contained, at least it seemed, a printed or handwritten copy of everything we have had for dinner and desert for the past 23 years and began my search.
Though a yellowed and torn recipe happily brought me back in time to a conversation my future wife and her future mother-in-law had about my favorite food, my walk down recipe memory lane failed to produce what I was looking for.
“Well, I looked through all of them and couldn’t find it.”
“Maybe it fell out of the book…Or, maybe I never made such a thing and it’s all in your head, you know your memory isn’t what it used to be.” She joked.
“I suppose you’re right.”
One thing led to another, we ate dinner, I practiced football outside with our youngest, showers, making school lunches for tomorrow, bedtime stories, TV…
Long story short, life went on and I forgot (my wife could be on to something about my memory) all about the mystery dinner I supposedly used to love.
Forgot about it, that is, until yesterday when I got home from work to find a surprise in the oven.
Turns out my wife not only didn’t forget, she went online, found something she thought was similar to what I described, bought all the ingredients, and made it just for me.
And it was fantastic.
In the overall scheme of life, this was not the grandest of gestures. It was however, a wonderful, unselfish, and thoughtful act, performed for no other reason than love and an internal desire to please someone else and make them happy. This is why true Christians worship and serve Christ.
I hear all the time that Christians only worship and serve Christ because we are told we have to, because we are threatened with eternal damnation if we don’t, or because we are brainwashed into doing so; nothing could be further from the truth.
We serve and worship Christ because we want to, because we love Him, because we deeply appreciate what He has done for us, and because we all have a genuine and sincere desire to please Him and make Him happy.
PS. In case you’re wondering, yes, I do in fact have the world’s greatest wife.
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