The Sacred Sandwich
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  • February6th

    Greetings, dear readers!

    This month, our dear brother and League fellow Stanley Decker gave a testimony during one of our meetings, in which he told of his recent visit to a nearby “hobo camp” to feed the homeless and perhaps share the Gospel. When he arrived there with a big steaming pot of homemade stew, the campers were very thankful for his generosity, and were quick to exclaim, “God bless you!” It seems evident from their strikingly spiritual response that even the most lost and downtrodden souls see the work of Christ in the kindness of strangers.

    And so it was on this cold night that Stanley noticed a shy, nervous dog pacing back and forth in the distance as the stew was spooned out for these hungry folks. At times the skinny, black-coated mutt would start to slowly approach Stanley, but then would stop in fear, as if knowing that the food was not meant for him, and yet desiring it nonetheless.

    Struck to his heart with pity, Stanley finished serving everyone and then filled one last bowl for the dog. After a few gentle words of invitation, Stanley was finally able to coax the canine to the bowl of stew he set on the ground. Within seconds, the dog had consumed the meal, licked his chops clean, and wagged his tail.

    Stanley wasn’t sure if he had seen gratitude, reverence, or satisfaction in the poor dog’s eyes, or if it held any real intelligent expression at all. Yet Stanley suddenly found himself contemplating the story of the Canaanite woman in Matthew 15:22-28 and realized that what he had witnessed in that dog’s behavior was, simply put: HUMILITY.

    This was exactly what Jesus was referring to when he likened the Canaanite woman to a dog begging for scraps from his master’s table. And just as the woman had humbled herself before Christ as evidence of her great faith, so, too, this hobo’s dog had displayed the same lowly disposition in the hope of receiving the smallest of morsels from Stanley.

    Stanley shared this story with the League to testify to God’s providence in using this small event to bring the teaching of Matthew 15:22-28 to his mind. And we thank Stanley for telling it to us.

    Oh, how we need to remember that the most vivid example of faith that was commended by Christ in the Scriptures was in the attitude of a humble dog waiting patiently for the least crumb of mercy to fall from the master’s table. Perhaps in this day and age of self-esteem and spiritual arrogance, such metaphors that describe us as “sinful worms” and “begging dogs” are abhorrent to our human sensibilities; and yet we must always let God’s word form a right understanding of our humble position before God.

    As miserable sinners deserving God’s wrath we have no right to make demands on God’s provisions. Only by humbly acknowledging our wretched state and resting our faith solely upon the blood and righteousness of Christ can we truly comprehend God’s grace. And whether we receive a whole loaf of God’s mercy or just a crumb, it is more than we deserve and yet more than we could ever need, for in Christ we have been truly blessed with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places (Eph. 1:3).

    Let us never forget the amazing grace of God that not only supplies our every need, but takes lowly dogs such as us and inexplicably makes us co-heirs with Christ to one day share in His glory (Rom. 8:17).

    And can it be that I should gain
    an interest in the Savior’s blood!
    Died he for me? who caused his pain!
    For me? who him to death pursued?

    Amazing love! How can it be
    that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

  • October2nd

    Tragedy struck Langley Baptist Church on Sunday afternoon when every covered dish at the church’s monthly potluck was a green bean casserole. Stunned onlookers watched in horror as family after family arrived with the same popular side dish in tow. By the time grace was said over the meal, there were over twenty-five green bean casseroles lining the buffet table with no meat dish in sight.

    Marilyn Perkins, supervisor of the Langley Baptist potluck, recalls the terror of witnessing the casseroles flooding in. “I’ve heard scary stories from other churches about excess hominy or okra, but you never think it’s going to happen to your church,” she said in tears. “All I could think at the time was, Why us, Lord… why us?

    Repercussions from the church disaster were felt throughout the community as area grocers reported a shortage of Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom Soup and French’s French fried onions.

    A few brave church members weathered the green bean avalanche by using large amounts of sweet tea to wash it down, while others, dazed and hungry, fled to their homes. A small faction of survivors, led by Jim Fairbanks, found shelter at a nearby McDonald’s restaurant. “Deacon Fairbanks was quick-thinking and showed amazing courage under pressure,” said Anita West. “Just when I was about to go down, he threw a Happy Meal to me. He saved my life.”

    Deacon Fairbanks, however, shrugged off Mrs. West’s praise. “The real hero was Frank Woodburn, who tripped while helping other members cross the parking lot to the golden arches. I’ll never forget him lying there on the concrete, refusing my help and screaming, Save yourself! Now that’s a true hero. Frank will be missed.”

    Despite the initial panic, church officials were able to restore order and send people home without further incident. Reports of one member being detained for trying to sneak extra wafers out of the church’s communion tray could not be confirmed.

    In the aftermath of the ill-fated potluck, theories abounded as to why this catastrophe took place. Speculation on the cause ran the gamut from the 25 cent sale on Libby’s green beans at McGonigle’s Market to a sign of the Apocalypse. The main theological issue under debate, however, was whether it was part of God’s sovereign decree or the tragic outcome of man’s free will exercising the right to bring a lame side dish to church.

    Church member Claude Anderson believes it was God’s judgment. “I’ve told them for twenty years they shouldn’t be calling it pot-luck,“ explained Anderson. “That’s an affront to an Almighty God Who doesn’t deal in luck. I just hope this egregious sin against God doesn’t ruin my chances to win the lottery. I’m feeling pretty good about my numbers this week. Cross my fingers.”

    Seven year old Kenny Myers, son of members Todd and Carrie Myers, tried to put things in the proper perspective. “I’m just glad they weren’t brussels sprouts. Seriously, I woulda puked.”

    Dale Morton, pastor at Langley Baptist, planned to hold a special service next Sunday to help his congregation deal with the emotional effects of the disaster. “This is a hard time for my flock,” explained Morton, “and I’m not sure the Bible has all the answers for a tragedy like this. So I think it’s important to let the people have a time to grieve and cry out to God. I mean, come on! That’s a lot of green bean casserole, even for Baptists.”

    When asked if the story of the Israelites complaining about the provision of God’s manna would have any significance for his congregation at this time, Pastor Morton grimaced. “Shoot… I didn’t even think about that. Now I’m going to have to trash the analogy to Stephen’s martyrdom and rewrite my whole sermon.”