MARTHA IN A MARY WORLD
“So much to do. What time is He going to be here?”
“Mary, please, He will be here, but there won’t be anything for Him or His disciples to eat if you don’t help me with the cooking and the baking,” Martha said.
“The bread is rising. I made His favorite.”
“All bread is His favorite, what about?”
Mary had her eyes focused out the window. “He’s coming!” She rushed out the door as she called Lazarus.
“Mary, come back here! What will He think? The food isn’t ready.”
Martha looked around the kitchen. Yes, the bread rose on the board, but it should have been out of the oven. The kid had been prepared for the feast. Its succulent flavor filled the house. Pomegranates and figs filled the bowl in the center of the table. Only one? There should have been at least three bowls. Martha shook her head. She was always left with the majority of the work. She would talk with the Master about Mary’s responsibilities. Surely He would put the matter right.
Laughter filled the house as Lazarus led his guests into the dining area. “The harvest is good this year, and the flocks abound. God has been gracious to our humble home.”
Martha felt that was her queue as she approached Jesus, but Mary eagerly took a seat at His feet. “Tell us where you’ve been since we saw you last.”
“We just came across the Sea of Galilee. You should have seen it! The winds gusted all around us. And where was Jesus?” Peter started.
“He was tired,” Nathaniel said.
“In the bottom of the boat. Our lives were in danger,” Peter said.
“Your lives were never in danger. Didn’t I tell you we were going across to the other side?” Jesus asked.
“What happened?” Mary asked.
“I woke Him and in a voice that was calm yet sounded like thunder at the same time He told the wind and the waves to be peaceful and still, and it was,” Peter said.
“Yes. Then He told us we had very little faith because He had just fed five thousand people with five loaves and two very small fish,” Bartholomew said.
“They weren’t small, they were average size,” John said.
“You fed five thousand people on so little food?” Mary asked.
“There won’t be even that much food if you don’t come and help me. Please, Master, tell Mary she needs to help with meal preparation,” Martha asked.
Jesus turned His attention on Martha with a look of compassion and love directed toward her. “Martha, Martha, Mary has chosen the best, to sit and learn from me. You are too busy and need to learn from Mary. Come join us and learn what my heavenly Father would teach you.”
Martha looked around the room at them. “But-”
“We have plenty of servants who can finish the meal preparations. Come, sit here beside me,” Lazarus said.
Martha turned to the two servants that stood by, and gave them instructions before she sat beside her brother, and did what Jesus told her to do: Learned what the Father wanted to teach her.
Luke 10:38 Now it came to pass, as they went, that he entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house.
39 And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus’ feet, and heard his word.
40 But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? bid her therefore that she help me.
41 And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things:
42 But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.
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