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”What did you break now?” my husband cries as he bursts into the kitchen.
“I didn’t mean to do it.” I whispered as I searched for the small broom and dustpan. “It just slipped out of my hands.”
“How is it that you manage to let go of things that you are holding just a moment before?” He takes me by the shoulders and turns me to face him. “I love you, and I’m not mad at you. I just can’t understand how you can manage to break so many pieces of glass.” He looks at the pile of shards stacked up on the dustpan. “The last flowered plate, huh?”
“Yeah,” I moan. “The curse strikes again.”
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If I didn’t know any better I’d say that our house has a curse. Glass doesn’t stand much chance of survival here while porcelain has to count its days. Bits and pieces of broken remains have littered the floor in our living room, our dining room, and especially our kitchen.
The day our second child considered making his entrance to the world, a casserole dish-the one inherited from my husband’s English grandmother, yes, the one his grandfather had fashioned a wooden holder for-fell prey to the blight of our household. I didn’t mean to do it. I really liked that cute little dish. It was perfect for a cozy meal for the two of us or for heating up leftovers, but there’s just no stopping this pestilence!
At least six dinner plates, six cereal bowls, two large mixing bowls, and a whole set of dinner glases have fallen prey to this menace. Now, you might accuse me of wanting new dishes or of having butter fingers, but it is simply not the case. I tell myself to hold on, to remember the thing I am holding is breakable and I must exercise caution. However, thoughts of the movie I saw the day before invade my mind followed by plans to remake the leftovers that are in the refrigerator trailed by thoughts of the whereabouts of my one year old and oops….another piece of dinnerware is put to rest.
According to the Bible we are no longer under the strains of the Old Testament law but decay and ruin still remain in this present world. We yearn in our hearts and creation groans all around us to see God’s glory revealed in full splendor and for His kingdom to be established. I long to sit at the wedding supper of the Lamb of God. There my mind can remain focused on Him and the glass in my hand well, will remain unbroken. Freedom from the curse…at last!
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