Planted By God to Display His Glory -Isaiah 61:3

Archive for January, 2011

Humble Pie

Everyone has a favorite pie. Mine’s blueberry. Wild Maine Blueberry Pie to be exact. I’d eat it for breakfast today if I had some. What’s your favorite? Lemon Meringue?  Key Lime? Apple? Double-Chocolate-Whipped-Cream-Peanut-Butter-Cheesecake-Chip? (That’s my favorite every 28 days.)

How about Humble Pie? I find it very tasty, but if you replace that “t” with an “n” you’ll know how I really feel about it. It tastes something like this:

God can’t stomach arrogance or pretense; believe me, he’ll put those upstarts in their place. Proverbs 16:5 (The Message)

Or if you prefer a little different recipe it tastes like this:

The Lord detests the proud; they will surely be punished. Proverbs 16:5 (New Living Translation)

Yup, I know that taste well. I’ve been put in my place, sent to my room, had blessings taken away, and been made to eat my own words. Eating Humble Pie gives me a stomach ache.

My husband says I am the sweetest most strong willed person he’s ever met. I suppose that means I try to disguise my pride under a sugar-coated topping. So maybe you won’t notice when I’m thinking that I can do that better than you. Or I have the answers for everything. Or even when I think I’m dirt and all I do is navel-staring and negative self-talk. It’s all pride, just different flavors: extroverted and introverted.

Stick with me here. It’s all pride because it’s all about me. Thinking better of me, or thinking less of me. Me, me, me. Notice me that I’m so good. Notice me that I’m such a mess. But whatever you do—notice me!

It’s usually easier for me to eat the humble pie of my extroverted pride than my introverted pride. Because for most of my life I thought thinking less of myself was actually the opposite of pride…I believed it was humility. Until the day my husband told me to stop saying “I’m such a mess.”

“Who are you to curse what God has deemed beautiful? Thinking less of yourself is not humility, it’s pride turned inside upon yourself. True humility is believing what God says about you is true. You are allowed to feel good about yourself. And you don’t need to worry about going too far with that. God will put you in your place if He needs to.”

Thank you Lord for a Godly husband with the guts to tell it like it is. And willing to repeat himself whenever I need to hear it—like last night. When I was thinking both too highly and too lowly of myself. Either way I still land in the same place:

Pride lands you flat on your face; Proverbs 29:23a (The Message)

Which never feels good. But accepting and believing what God says is true, and thinking more highly of others than I do myself is true humility and:

humility prepares you for honors. Proverbs 29:23b (The Message)

Godly honors. Not like the ones I try to get on my own that reorient the nose on my face. Humble pie, however you slice it, is about thinking less about who I am and more about who God is:

The only accurate way to understand ourselves is by what God is and by what he does for us, not by what we are and what we do for him. Romans 12:3 (The Message)

I’m praying for the grace to help me eat this humble pie today. So I can stop thinking all about me and start thinking more about God. And more about you. So I’ll start by praying for you:

Lord, I pray for every person sharing this meal of your Word with me today. Speak your truth and in your mercy reveal to us any prideful areas in our hearts. May we surrender these areas to you as you fill us with the knowledge of who you are. May we not think too highly of ourselves, or to lowly of ourselves, but think instead of the needs of others and of putting your love and mercy on display today. Amen.

Thanks for having pie with me today. It was yummy.



Sunny-Side Up (not scrambled)

I like my eggs scrambled, not sunny side up. They’re too messy. And take too much effort to get them cooked just right—not too runny and not too hard. (Are they ever really perfect?) Plus, they get put on gross things like corned beef hash, ham, steak, or potatoes. In Japan they eat them with soy sauce. Yuck.

Besides, I prefer cereal for breakfast. A little milk and sugar and I’m good to go.

But I’ve got a new cook in my kitchen lately. And he wants me to start my day differently. Less groggy comfortable routine, and more “here, try this new recipe.” Like sunny side up eggs…which I hate. Well, that’s an overstatement, but I really don’t care for them much. Like I said, they’re messy, and different, and I want to eat the things I want to eat…

Some mornings it feels like Gordon Ramsey has invaded my life and “Hell’s Kitchen” is my reality show. Except Gordon “bleeps” too much. My chef is much kinder and patient, but still puts food in my face that I find hard to eat. Like this dish:

Moreover [let us also be full of joy now!] let us exult and triumph in our troubles and rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that pressure and affliction and hardship produce patient and unswerving endurance. Romans 5:3 (Amplified Bible)

Yuck. Eggs with soy sauce is what that looks like to me.

I’m in affliction. I deal every day with the pressures and hardships of life. And I don’t feel like being “full of joy NOW!” Especially before my first cup of coffee.

But there it is, today’s menu from the head chef of my life. And He says “Here, eat this, it’s good for you.” Day after day, no matter how much I protest, sometimes ignore, or occasionally even refuse, He shows up with the “manna du jour.” And I’ve discovered an interesting thing—the worse I think it tastes, the sweeter the fruit it turns into in my life. That’s right, it’s the yucky stuff that’s the best for me. But I’m also starting to realize that what looks sweet most of the time still has those eggs underneath…because:

Every part of Scripture is God-breathed and useful one way or another—showing us truth, exposing our rebellion, correcting our mistakes, training us to live God’s way. Through the Word we are put together and shaped up for the tasks God has for us. 2 Timothy 3:16 (The Message)

So every word I eat is meant to help me “shape up” for the tasks God has for me… Sounds like miracle food—nutrition and exercise in every bite!

So even though Wikipedia says sunny side up eggs have declined in popularity in the U.S., I’m going to try to eat them every day. And maybe, just maybe, my life will be a little less scrambled.

Thanks for having breakfast with me today. It was yummy.

Linda Crawford



Read Why Sunny Side Up? The story of how this breakfast blog got started.

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