Eating Mexican at the foot of the Cross
Remember how I said the Lord has had us do really (sometimes REALLY) odd things during this adventure? This past weekend was another one of them.
Jeff had a 6 hour business call on Saturday and in our prayer time that morning, the Lord told us that we were to buy our kids Mexican food from our local restaurant. Now, I must tell you, we have THE BEST Mexican restaurant in our little town. (We don’t have 5000 residents, but we have incredible Mexican food!) 🙂
So, we discussed what the kids liked best and Jeff and I stopped to place the order. As Jeff was standing in line, he could feel the Lord giving him the order in his head. It was almost like a litany. (You know, “Diapers, toothpaste, bread, milk.” PLEASE tell me someone remembers that commercial!! We laughed so hard over it!) So, Jeff ordered exactly what the Lord was laying on his heart.
He jumped back in the car and I noticed the time was VERY close to his call beginning. “Hey, Babe, you should pay for that now and then, one of the kids can ride over on their bike and pick it up.” “Good idea!” He jumped back out of the car and did so. The look on his face as he was coming out of the restaurant was one of shock. I was totally puzzled. “What’s the matter?” “It was almost $60!!”
Now, may I pause here and say, we don’t have $60 to spare – and I was MINDBOGGLED as to why Jeff would spend that kind of money on food out. We don’t EVER spend that kind of money on food out. (At least not for a LONG LONG time!) I thought he was going to get a few flautas and be done with it. “Um, what did you get?” And he gave me this huge list. I opened my mouth to do the loving supportive helpmeet thing, like shout, “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!!” when the Lord said, “SHUT YOUR MOUTH. I’ve got it under control.” So, instead, (BY GRACE) I said, “Well, you bought what you felt the Lord wanted you to buy – don’t worry about it. It’s His money and you’re His steward.” I was wishing those flautas were there in the car, so I could shove one in my mouth to keep me quiet. Thankfully the ride home is short. 😉
Fast forward to this morning. I’m reading through a devotional and the author says, “Meditate on Romans 8:32 – through Christ Jesus, you deserve…” and that’s as far as I got. I closed it and said, “Okay, Lord. I’m weary of people telling me I deserve anything but the fires of hell. I know I don’t deserve ANYTHING.”
And suddenly, as though the room was filled with the Holy Spirit, I could see my son, who picked up the Mexican on Saturday afternoon, standing in the doorway to the restaurant. In my vision, he went in and the owner handed him the bags and said, “Here, these ARE yours, right? You ARE here to pick up the order that your father paid for, yes?” Jeffrey said, “Yes, I am.” She handed him the bags and he handed one of them back to her. “Thank you, but this is enough.” She looked surprised and startled and said, “Um, but your father paid for them all.” “That’s okay, I don’t deserve all this food.” “Right, but your father paid for it.” “I know, but just a few flautas for all of us to share is enough. Thank you.”
Suddenly I understood what the Lord had done on Saturday. He had prepared a word picture that would pierce my heart. For you see, it made NO SENSE for my son to refuse to accept all that Jeff had paid for. It made no sense for him to not receive with GREAT appreciation and utter thanksgiving ALL that Jeff had paid for. You see, $60 for us was a huge sacrifice. It meant we didn’t get gas for the van. It was almost all the money we had. So, why would my son, the rightful heir of his father who paid for that food refuse any of it?
Of course, the answer is, HE WOULDN’T, HE SHOULDN’T and we’d have beat him soundly had he done so!!! 😆 BUT that IS how I have been approaching my Lord. The provision that He made for me at the Cross, the FULLNESS of that provision, I have been refusing. I have been convinced – by my own sinful heart, by some of the teaching I have received, by other Believers – that somehow the Cross was ONLY for my salvation and not for the fullness…the FULLNESS of every need, and every blessing that the Lord has for us.
I have since repented – and I am asking the Lord to teach me what it means to live in light of this new understanding…something I have seemingly grasped with my head, but now my heart. I also spent some extensive time meditating on Romans 8:32, which by the way says, “He who did not spare his own Son, but gave Him up for us all—how will He not also, along with Him, graciously give us all things?” I have asked the Lord to help me understand what “all things” means. Funny, I suspect it means ALL THINGS. 😉 And furthermore, I have scrounged through the frig looking for any leftovers from our Mexican feast this past weekend! There aren’t any. But, you know what? No longer will I say I don’t deserve a treat like that. You know why?
Because, my Father has already paid for it, and it would be folly for me not to embrace and readily and willingly receive all that He has for me. My position of deserving is no more than Jeffrey’s was – he was the steward, sent to pick up the food. All the glory for his state of “deserving” was due to his father….as is mine.
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort.