My boy got his first job, at a terrific burger joint downtown. It’s an old fashioned soda counter and candy shop. He said yesterday a man came in from down south who was on a road trip to the north country, and he told Caleb this Kalispell landmark was one of the places on his list to experience.
Caleb gets one of those free burgers when he’s at work.
I’m worried he’s going to get tired of eating burgers, I said to my husband.
My husband snorted.
Quit thinking like such a mom, he said.
I harrumphed. (Does anyone say that anymore? I just needed a good word there.)
A 17-year-old boy, with a metabolism 46-year-old women can only dream of? I guess he’s not going to get tired of a free slab of meat served between carbs.
That’s what I’m thinking about on this Monday morning, the day after Easter and the glory of greeting everyone with, He is risen, with a hearty reply of, He is risen, indeed!
Now I need to pack a cold lunch again, the laundry hamper is full of pastels, and I haven’t even thought of a menu for the week, let alone buy groceries for said menu.
But the good news of Christ that was all Easter Lilies and Jell-O beans yesterday takes off its Sunday best and puts on a good pair of work jeans for a Monday. I need the good news to be like free burgers for a 17-year-old with hollow legs –just as satisfying today as it was yesterday.
Because I’m weak and still need a Savior.
I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings… (Philippians 3:10 NIV)
He is risen.
What kind of power does Jesus want to display in our lives today?