By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

It’s a potluck Sunday.
Folks bring a “dish” to pass;
Enjoy fellowship together after church.
Meal is over,
Dishes washed.
Head for home and grab my glass dish.
Eyed carefully by Katharine;
think nothing of it.
Smile and walk out the door.
Weeks pass by …
Katharine notably cool toward me.
Avoidance becomes a concerning theme.
Receive a knock on my door several weeks later.
Red-faced, flustered, questioning.
“Gave you time to return my glass dish, would like it back.”
I’m a little slow on the draw,
takes me a moment.
She repeats her glass dish accusation.
I’m mildly amused;
Deer in the headlights look.
Is this ridiculous moment really happening?
Should I laugh or earnestly contend for the glass dish?
Disharmony has been fostered in the body of Christ,
Through a glass dish.
Small discussion ensues.
Know it’s mine but … does it matter?
Go get the dish, apologize profusely.
Feel the minute tiny chip on the underside declaring a silent vindication.
The glass dish is passed off,
Several months pass.
Another knock at the door;
Red-faced, flustered, embarrassed.
“Someone accidentally took my glass dish at the last potluck,
Guess this was yours after all.”
Shoves it toward me.
Awkward apology expressed through a reprimand.
“Young folks need to be more careful,” she trails off.
“Got stuff disappearing left and right.”
Can’t imagine what the “stuff” all includes;
Gravy bowls, bread pans, serving spoons?
Silent entertaining wonderings.
Stares at me with cold hazel eyes…
waiting for something.
“Your welcome,” she offers.
Thankful for unnecessary words unsaid.
Thankful for God’s grace imploring me to love rightly.
Awkward stiff hug;
still counts.
Piece of Katherine exists in all of us.
Question to ask:
What’s my glass dish?
Ponder, pray, reflect, confess.
Let the glass dish with the tiny chip on the underside go.
Serve up the dish called grace;
Grow up in faith.
Pay attention to what matters.
And …..
If you find a glass dish of mine, fill it up and pass it on to another.
Borrow a gas can and forget to return it? Fill up another’s tank with it.
For heaven’s sake;
There’s more at stake!

Need to care about each other more,
possessions less.
Need to love better,
laugh easier.
Swallow pride,
Let go.
Part with more.
Represent our Savior in a gracious, demonstrative way.
Need to remember:
We are stewards, not owners;
Caretakers, not possessors.
We’ll take nothing with us,
But faith and folks.
So ...
In Christ's name and for His sake;
Take the "dish of grace" and pass it on!
“Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal.
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt,
and where thieves do not break through nor steal.
For where your treasure is,
There will your heart be also.” Matthew 6:19-21