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What a day! I thought I’d scream with all that work at short notice, and no one to help me. There I was expecting a quiet day, and John just came running along late morning and said the whole bunch would be here for lunch.
It’s not the first time it’s happened, and normally I don’t mind, but today it seemed to be getting the better of me. Sure, I’m the one who told Jesus to call any time, there’ll always be food on the table, I said, you are welcome to stop and eat whenever you are passing.
That’s all very well, but what with Jesus himself, and the twelve, are they a hungry lot, and then there are always a few more hangers on. Sometimes the ladies bring some bread to contribute, but those blokes don’t think about that sort of thing.
So just as well I made heaps of bread this morning, which gave me a head start. The other day I made plenty too, but nobody came near; it’s all a bit random and you never know what will happen.
So when John came I got busy preparing the food I know Jesus likes, and my special humus that Thomas likes, and falafel. They all like my falafel!
“You make the best falafel in the district, Martha,” they tell me. Well, that’s a nice compliment, and I appreciate it, but it’s a lot of work, falafel, blending the spices into the mixture and deep frying the balls in oil. Then I got ready to do the salads.
Now you’d think my sister would help me, wouldn’t you, but no, as soon as she came in she went off to sit at Jesus feet to listen to what he had to say. The cheek of it! She didn’t seem to care that I was run off my feet. Couldn’t she even think to help me when it was so busy?
So I embarrassed everyone in the place when I marched right in and blew my top.
“Lord,” I said, “don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me, please.”
“Martha, Martha,” he said, “you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”
Oh, you can’t imagine how awful I felt. I was still mad at Mary for not helping, but I could see Jesus’ point, too. So I slunk back to my place in the kitchen and carried on. It was embarrassing taking the food into the room after that little outburst.
They were all kind to me, though, and grateful for the food, and they all had plenty to eat. I know Jesus is right. He says he won’t be with us for much longer, and it is important to listen to what he says before he goes away, wherever he is going. So maybe next time they come by I’ll sit at his feet too and not worry about food.
But they’ll still want to eat, won’t they?
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