The pastor shared a story this morning with us and I thought it good enough to pass along and I’ll try my best to remember it all.
A young girl was helping set the dinner table when she looked at her mother and said, “Mom, what kind of utensil would you like to be? A knife, a spoon or a fork.”
The mother looked at her with a puzzled look and said, “I’m not sure, what would you choose?”
“I’d like to be a spoon” the daughter exclaimed.
“Why a spoon?” her mother asked.
“ Well I wouldn’t want to be a fork, because they are all stabby and they just poke and grab things in a selfish way.’, the little girl explained, ‘ and I wouldn’t want to be a knife because they are scary and sharp and slice things; but a spoon scoops things up and shares them with other people.”
I don’t think I’d ever thought before that there was a lesson to be learned from looking at the place setting at the table, but this story made me think about the kind of people I come into contact with on a daily basis. The world is full of knives and forks, but those that are spoons are really the special ones. That will be my reflection for the week, to be more of a spoon than a knife and a fork. A simple reminder to be kind. See you next week…remember, we’re all in this together.