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Saltines and Jesus

It’s been a while since I’ve written. Maybe I needed some time away, or maybe I was just using the few months that we had to take in every second of our baseball off -season. We had a wonderful off- season. We enjoyed time needed with each other, with family and friends. We accomplished projects at out home. We said to each other, “This has been good.” The safe comforts of home kept the world out for a while, but at the end of our rest, that comfortable, cozy blanket of home was lifted off of us with a harsh reminder sent of how the world can be an overwhelming place. People need our attention and love. They need Jesus. So here we go out into the world again.

I was in Publix one day, just staring at rows and rows of an assortment of crackers. An elderly lady came up next to me and joined me in staring. I looked at her and said, “There are so many choices that it’s overwhelming.” We had both come down that aisle just looking for simple crackers. I helped her find the ones she was looking for, and then I found mine. I thought about how when I was growing up, people would just go to the store and grab themselves a box of Saltines and be done without having to stare at a wall of crackers.

My earliest memory of eating Saltines was on Sunday mornings. I would be sitting in the pew of our little country church next to my grandfather. From some secret pocket in his seersucker suit, he would produce a half sleeve of Saltines. I sat there in that pew, my black patent leather shoes dangling high above those wooden floors, eating  a couple of Saltines and learning about Jesus. Those crackers would be melting in my mouth and the Word of God would be melting into my brain. I was a little girl with very little understanding of what that preacher was saying, but my young mind was absorbing it all as he preached from that pulpit above the offering table that had the words carved into it, “This Do in Remembrance of Me.” The message was simple then, and it is simple now. There is a heaven and there is a hell. There is eternal life in heaven or eternal separation from God. There is simply Jesus who gave it all so that we have the choice of where we want to go when our life on earth is finished.

There are days I miss the simpler times, like sitting in that small church next to my grandfather.  I’m sure every generation before me has thought the same. The world is getting worse each day, and it’s not going to get any better. It is amazing to me to watch God’s Plan unfold. I don’t understand it all, I don’t like seeing it all, but it means Jesus will be returning soon to make this world a beautiful place once more. As a Christian I feel like an outsider looking in, watching people falling deeper and deeper into sin and despair. As a Christian I know because of these times, there is much opportunity to do God’s work. Like the cracker aisle in the grocery store, there are rows of worldly choices we all have to face each and every day.  Those choices can make life overwhelming and confusing unless you have God’s firm foundation to stand on. This is why we need to love on people, show we care, and reflect to them who Jesus is. Stand next to them in life’s aisle as they search for what they need, and help them to find Him.

Love, M

If you wander off the road to the right or the left, you will hear His voice behind you saying, “Here is the road. Follow it.” —Isaiah 30:21

Do not conform yourselves to the standards of this world, but let God transform you inwardly by a complete change of your mind. Then you will be able to know the will of God—what is good and is pleasing to him and is perfect. —Romans 12:2






4 thoughts on “Saltines and Jesus

  1. I have missed you. When I read your blog, I feel loved and with an inspiration to get out and share the love of Christ. God has blessed you and thank you for sharing it’s always a joy reading everything you write.
    🙏 Blessings


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