Make Me A Spoon

Did you ever compare your Christian service to silverware? All Silverware is made to serve, but the difference pieces serve in different ways.

Forks Stab. "This is mine," they say. Bits of meat, carrots, pickles, salad, and cheese. "This, this and this are mine." says the fork. "Everything for me, me, me," And soon every last morsel on the plate has been pinned by the spear of the selfish fork.

Knives Cut. "Too big," says the knife. Slice. Cut. Chop. Dice. Everything must change its shape to satisfy the whim of the knife. NOthing is right as it is. Everything needs paring down, carving or separating.

Spoons Serve. Cereal, soup, peas -- all the impossible foods can be handles comfortably from the smooth bowl of the spoon. Spoons say, "Here, let me help you. We can manage together."

MAKE ME A SPOON, LORD!

--Author Unknown

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VERSION 2

Have you ever compared your service to silverware? All silverware is made to serve, but the different pieces serve in different ways.

Forks stab. "This is mine," they say. Bits of meat, carrots, and pickles.

Knives cut. "Too big," says the knife. Slice! Cut! Chop! Dice!

However, spoons serve; cereal, soup, peas. All the impossible foods can be handled comfortably from the smooth bowl of the spoon. Spoons say, "Here, let me help you. We can manage together."