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Topic: FAMILY (01/21/16)
- TITLE: Does Size Matter?
By Pat Small
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My birthplace was very unusual. Unlike most babies who are born in a hospital with doctors and nurses all dressed in white, I entered the world in a factory. It was noisy and busy, machines
humming and clanking. My whole life, in fact, has been far different than most of yours.
Even though I looked a lot like Dad, I was dwarfed by his size. You could bake 24 muffins or cakes in his roomy cups. Mom was just half as large, but she could still turn out 12 yummy treats.
As for me? Even full-grown, I was only half Mom’s size. Six was my maximum output.
I guess everyone dreams of performing great exploits. I remember Dad telling me: “Son, you just wait and see. I will bake beautiful cupcakes. My mouth waters just thinking of them. Chocolate with orange icing for Halloween, red with green icing and sprinkles for Christmas, or maybe even white with fluffy frosting for a wedding reception.”
Other times he would brag about the tasty muffins with apples and raisins, or apricots and walnuts that Mrs. Brown made with his help. You can imagine then his disappointment when Mr.Brown took him to the garage and filled him with dusty nails and screws, and other items he did not recognize. He reminded himself of I Corinthians 10:31a where the Apostle Paul implores us “whatever ye do, do all to the glory of God.” And he said he was excited when Mr. Brown proudly
showed his wife how neat the garage was with everything sorted and organized. After a sudsy trip through the dishwasher, his allergies calmed down, he told me, and he felt more like his old self.
Mom, on the other hand, loved birthdays. I remember when she told me about the noisy,laughing children grabbing for the luscious cupcakes Mrs.Brown baked in her. She mentioned she heard the birthday song in her dreams. “Why the first time Mrs. Brown poured the cake batter in me when Jimmy turned two, I could have jumped up and down,” she confessed. She said she controlled herself
though because she knew that would make the cakes fall in the middle.
In the midst of all that joy, she recounted a humiliating experience. It happened the day she found herself in the sewing room. Her head hurt the buttons made such a dreadful racket dropping into her cups. She nearly cried. To hear her tell it, there were so many it felt as if they were coming out of her ears – red ones, green ones, blue, white and yellow.” Still she felt proud when she saw how happy her owner was after the sorting was finished. I’m sure
she could hardly wait to bake up some more cupcakes.
So what became of me, you ask? I wasn’t big enough to be of much use. I was even too small for those sorting and organizing chores. Most of the time I laid around and napped while Mom and Dad were away. They were gone a lot for those children loved cupcakes. It got lonely by myself, but I knew God must have a plan for me, so I tried to be patient.
My turn was coming. With time things changed around the Browns’ home. The children grew up and went away to school. Twenty-four or even a dozen muffins or cupcakes were far too many for
the two of them. One day Mrs. Brown reached back in the darkest corner of her cupboard, and found yours truly. “Perfect,” I heard her exclaim, “Six will be just right for Mr. Brown and me, with some left over for a snack.” I was so happy to get a chance to show
what I could do. After that, she usually chose me so I think she liked my work. Mom and Dad were nearly retired. Now and then, when their sons came home on vacation, or she had to bake for a church
supper, the folks came out for a brief assignment.
You know this reminiscing has made me realize a couple of things. One is we all have a purpose. Secondly, there is joy and blessing even in the tasks we find unpleasant if we look for them.
Hebrews 13:5a says “…be content...”
Well, I have to run now, and get back to work. I just saw Mrs. Brown take a box of blueberry muffin mix out of the cupboard. That’s my signal.
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