Sunday Scriptures — Spilt Milk

by Sandy Kirby Quandt

Perhaps you’ve heard the saying, “Don’t cry over spilt milk.” Well, I’d like to tell you a story about a friend who did just that.

As an adult Connie attended church but hadn’t given her life to Christ. That is, not until she was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. When Connie realized this life is finite, eternity is forever, and Jesus offers eternal life in heaven with him to those who claim him as Savior, she knew what she needed to do. Connie gave her life to Jesus.

Now, while this was indeed a wonderful time of celebration, not everyone in the congregation felt that way. Some long-time members criticized Connie. They said the only reason she wanted to be baptized was because of her disease. They said without the diagnosis, she’d never have done it.

Okay. Made me mad. It also reminded me of Jesus’ parable about the disgruntled workers who were paid the agreed upon wage for a day’s work, but grumped when those who came to work in the last hour were paid the same.

As Connie’s disease progressed, she lost her eyesight and use of her limbs. One morning before she was confined to a wheelchair, she went about fixing her cereal for breakfast; only it didn’t turn out well.

When she poured the cereal, most of it ended up on the floor instead of in the bowl.

After she swept up the cereal and threw it away, she was more careful with the next attempt. Mission accomplished, she went on to pouring the milk.

In those days, before handy plastic milk jugs, our milk came in slippery, bendable paper cartons which often needed two hands to manage.

With unsteady hands, Connie began to pour. The carton slipped out of her hands, landed at her feet, and spilled all over the floor.

At that, my friend sat down in the middle of the mess and cried over her spilt milk.

Who wouldn’t given the circumstances?

But there’s something I want you to know. Connie didn’t cry because of the spilt milk, and she didn’t cry because she felt sorry for the condition she now found herself in. Connie cried because she understood her body would no longer be able to do all the many, many things she longed to do for her Lord and Savior whom she loved so very much.

None of us has a guaranteed next breath, next hour, next year. We make plans as if we do, and we put off things for later. Only, sometimes, later doesn’t come. Or if it does come, we find we are no longer physically able to do what we planned to do.

2017 is coming to a close. Do you have anything you’ve put off you need to do before it’s too late? I know I do.

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All of us must quickly carry out the tasks assigned us by the one who sent me, for there is little time left before the night falls and all work comes to an end. John 9:4 (TLB)

I wish you well.

Sandy

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Sissy

Wonderful…and eye-opening…post. Yes, several things that have been put off, but really need to be taken care of soon. Did get my yarn organized😘

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