I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.
Resurrection stories appear in unexpected places. Can you believe I had one pop up in my recipe box this week?
Sheltering in place is challenging, especially when you’ve cooked and baked everything you can think of. The other day I decided to abandon the online recipes and take a look at my 40-year-old metal recipe box…do you have one? They have taken their place among many other generational relics. It was a little strange. Somehow the cards transformed into a “time machine”!
As I journeyed through my priceless cards, I immediately visited old friends and relatives. I wandered back to times and places I had forgotten. It was, indeed, a resurrection moment. Mom’s Christmas Lizzies, my sister’s Cashew Chicken, my Grandmother’s meat loaf, my friend Jane’s cheese ball—all written in their own hand and stained from frequent use. I smiled as I recalled the parties, family picnics, and church events that prompted “May I have your recipe?” They are all gone now. Physically. They all lived good and fruitful lives. They all believed the promise of the resurrection. Unexpected tears reminded me of how much they are missed. I thank God for each of them for not only teaching me to cook, but also for leaving me with recipes for life.
“Resurrection stories appear in unexpected places. Can you believe I had one pop up in my recipe box this week?”
Jesus, when we least expect it, You appear to us out of nowhere: in the kind words of a friend, in a warm hug, in a scripture lesson or a recipe box, offering us hope and healing. Thank you for these resurrection moments that bring us peace in the midst of turmoil. Amen