| Chef Mark
by Sharla Taylor
September 10, 2000
"And I heard the voice of the
Lord saying, 'Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?'
Then I said, 'Here am I! Send me.' " Isaiah 6:8 (RSV)
My kindergarten son, who was eager for school to start, woke
early last Tuesday morning. He dressed himself and came downstairs.
I was surprised to see him up and dressed. I was in the kitchen
preparing lunches for my husband and two boys.
"Good morning, honey!"
"Hi, Mom! Whatcha doin'?" he asked.
"Oh, I was just making lunches. Do you want to help?"
"Yep, but I'll be right back. Wait a minute!" Mark
ran out of the room.
That's curious. I thought; but I figured that, perhaps, my
young son needed to use the toilet, judging from the speed
with which he left the room. Moments later Mark reappeared
in the kitchen, dressed in a white chef's smock and hat. The
costume was a birthday gift from his Aunt Nancy, who knows
how much Mark enjoys role-playing. I must admit, he looked
adorable. My miniature chef's eyes danced from under the billowing
"Here are my worker hands," he exclaimed. "Chef
Mark to the rescue!"
I grinned and handed him a butter knife. I assigned him the
task of spreading the mayonnaise on the sandwich buns while
I washed a some grapes. I watched as Mark dipped the knife
into the jar and came up with a mountain of mayo which he
politely plopped onto the first bun. With gusto, he applied
equally generous portions to the other two sandwich buns and
accidentally got some on his hands. He looked to see if I
was watching so I pretended not to notice. Mark laid the knife
on the kitchen counter. He examined his outstretched palm,
which he held in front of his face. Then Mark stuck out his
tongue and licked his hand from palm to fingertip to remove
the excess mayonnaise! He shrugged his shoulders. Splat, he
mashed his little hand (yes, the one he had just licked-clean)
onto the sandwich bun; with a circular swipe, he spread the
mayonnaise around on the bun.
"This one is for, Daddy!" he proudly exclaimed.
"Oh, I'm sure he'll enjoy it, but let's wash your hands
before you finish the other two."
He shook his head. "No, that's all right, Mom. I've
got everything under control."
Then, to my surprise, Mark picked up two pieces of bread
in each hand and clanged them together like cymbals. He marched
around the kitchen island singing, "pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
bakers man, bake me a cake as fast as you can." Then
he placed the sandwich buns, mayonnaise-side-down, onto the
counter top. I laughed and cleaned up the mess with a paper
towel. Then I finished stacking the sandwiches with lunch
meat and placed them into plastic bags.
Mark brushed his hands back-and-forth. Then wiped them on
his white smock. His face beamed with pride. "There,
all done!" Won't Daddy be surprised?"
"Yes, he certainly will." I chuckled. "Thanks,
Chef Mark! I can't remember ever having this much fun making
lunches in all my days of motherhood!"
"No problem," he replied matter-of-factly. "Glad
Even adult children of God don't always carry out His plans
exactly the way He intends. Well-intentioned Christians often
bungle earthly tasks. God must certainly be amused by our
immature antics. God knows your imperfections. Trust God to
use your enthusiasm to carry out His work. God empowers ordinary
people to accomplish extraordinary things in His name. Strive
to make a positive impact in a negative world.
Samuel was awakened by the voice of God calling him into
service. (Read 1 SAMUEL 3:1-10).
Are you listening? God is calling you. Will you give him
your best worker hands?
Copyright © 2001 by Sharla Taylor