Though I'm not a betting person, I do maintain that the cutlery in my kitchen drawer regularly gives birth to offspring. Honestly! If not, please explain that I now am the proud owner of twice as many teaspoons as I had a couple of years ago. It's an honour besmirched with confusion bordering on guilt, I must add.
It's the same with the forks and serving spoons. And above all, with the table knives. Patterns somewhat similar to the original lie side by side alongside graceful implements sporting an, until now, unfamiliar design. I even found an elegantly shaped serving spoon with a gold coloured stripe snaking its way down the handle. I took it to the only person I thought might be the owner, but with no success. After checking with family and friends I'm no farther ahead so I publicly declare that I'm returning to my original hypothesis: my cutlery has babies.
Because I can't trace the occasion or event where I may have inadvertently scoffed someone else's silverware I have no option but to go ahead and store it with my honestly acquired implements but I know what's mine and what isn't.
Matching silverware patterns with the rightful owners is problematic. Matching what we profess to believe with how we actually live is of eternal importance. More simply put, it's calling practicing what we preach.
"But anybody who is living by the truth will come to the light to make it plain that all he has done has been done through God.”
"By this shall all [men] know that you are My disciples, if you love one another [if you keep on showing love among yourselves]."
Dear Lord, let Your love so stamp my life with authenticity that those around me will know without a doubt that I belong to You. Amen.
