True (and somewhat dull) story about a vegetable peeler:
Once day my vegetable peeler fell apart. I was peeling potatoes and it fell apart in my hands mid-peel.
The next time I went to the store, I bought a new peeler — a fancier one with a swivel blade and a soft-grip handle.
I was in for a shock when I first used it. Not only was the handle more comfortable, but peeling itself was a dream. I had no idea that the old peeler was as dull as it was until I used the newer sharper one.
Sometimes life is like that. We’re plugging away, plugging away, plugging away all the while growing duller and duller and duller.
And then we fall apart. Or reach that brink.
I realize I’m being very trite by comparing life to a vegetable peeler — but it’s my life that I’m talking about so I think that’s okay.
I didn’t realize how heavy my burden had been of late — until I found that I had lost my smile. I was snapping at people. I was unmotivated to do much of anything. I was becoming jaded to this privilege of caring for others.
As I binge-watched a British crime show and ordered Chinese take-out for dinner, I started thinking about that peeler.
“Lord, make me an OXO peeler,” seems a strange prayer — but God understands.
And lest you all start worrying about me, please know that I’m doing fine. Really.
Life jades us. God unjades.
Blessed are the jaded —
the worn out
the ones who have lost the joy
of cooking a meal
who add unopened mail
to the pile
in the back room
who cringe at watching
“Wheel of Fortune”
who have given everything they have
– fruit, branches, trunk –
and have nothing left
but an old stump
Blessed are the jaded
who have lost their smile
and want only to sleep
or watch crime shows on Netflix
or unscrew another Oreo
To them Jesus said,
Come unto me,
all ye who labor
and are heavy-laden
I will give you rest