Before anyone begins a life of service or sets out to bless someone they should learn the parable of the pancake. I love pancakes. When my weight is not a problem we have them almost every morning. When my weight is a problem I long for the pancake season to return.
I grew up eating pancakes. My Mama would fix them for us. I still follow her method when I fix them today. Mama began with flour. I begin with the pancake mix from Wal-Mart. Mama added an egg, buttermilk, and a touch of oil. I add water to the mix and a little oil to the pan. We both stir the ingredients to get a good semi-liquid batter. We both pour out the batter into the hot pan. We both watch over that soon-to-be-pancake. We wait until the heat has had its affect. Then, we turn the pancake over with the spatula. A few moments more and we decide the pancake is ready to serve. The pancake does not leave the pan of its own accord. The maker of the pancake moves the pancake.
We are like that pancake. We need to get out of our box. We need something added to our life. We need to be stirred up. We need to face the heat and wait to be turned. We need the maker to choose when we are to serve.
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