An Egg and Bacon Sandwich, Please!
By Carol Pearson
I was getting excited, even feeling like a child. "Only 24 hours
to go and we'd be going out to breakfast". Now, that's nothing out of
the ordinary for most but I'd waited a long time for this. A new
cafe had opened in our town, not near enough for Mike and I to go
alone without transport, but we were eager to try it. You see, it so
obviously was going to serve up some of our favourite food which we
eat so very seldom now, thankfully, or we'd both be "off the scales",
so to speak!
The day arrived. All five of us had plenty to say to each other
as we met up and went to take our seats. We were brought back to
reality by one friend who said, "Look, let's get down and order, then
we can talk!" This was wise counsel from the youngest (and noisiest)
member of the group. We went through the menu and I found myself
announcing, "I'll have an egg and bacon sandwich, please". Then I
heard a very distinct voice saying, "Why do you want an egg and bacon
sandwich?" It was so audible (even though I later realized it was a
question from the Holy Spirit Himself) that I responded audibly, for
all to know the reason: "Well, you see, I always had an egg and bacon
sandwich . . .." I gulped as I felt a hard lump in my throat and
suddenly felt near to tears. I completed the explanation in a matter
of fact manner, "It was my favourite, so I was allowed to have it
before I went off to boarding school and then when I returned home."
Later in the evening my thoughts returned to that conversation
and I began to cry uncontrollably, feeling very pained memories of
those occasions flooding back so readily into my mind. I put up a
pretty quick objection, "Lord, haven't you dealt with all this stuff
about boarding school yet?" I continued to sob. "OK," I finally
reasoned, "What is it Lord that you want to say to me about all of
this?" That's always a good place to get to, but it can take us some
time to want to wade in, despite the pain!
I continued my discourse, "You don't have to tell me anything
else about that pain, Lord, because I feel it now, even now, so very
keenly, and remember those times so well!"
I felt The Spirit's prompting, "Just take a moment to allow
yourself to be back in those memories. What is it that you remember?"
I allowed myself to continue to feel that pain just a little longer
so that He could speak to me, though , without over-indulgence, and
said, "Lord, it's such a bitter feeling." "Ah, I heard Him say: "But
it was such a sweet feeling when you came home and had another egg and
bacon sandwich - There was no pain then - that was all joy!" There
were your family and you were home with them again!"
I then saw something else which I had never really appreciated at
that time. I got the very best (my favourite) sandwich to eat because
it was their way of showing they loved me. When I was going to
school, the times were filled with a general air of quietness and they
were showing, in the only way they knew how, that they were feeling
the pain with me. They could not take it from me, though my parents
may have taken it if they could. When I returned from school, that
was not the case! I was so happy, so very happy to be home! When I
was going to school, I savoured each mouthful, chewing ever so slowly,
scarcely able to eat "the best food in all the world". ;When I came
home I ate quickly, gobbling my food, eager to talk as I ate!
Then came the Lord's healing of these memories. He said to me,
in His quiet and gentle voice of the Holy Spirit, "There are no more
egg and bacon sandwiches for going to school. That is all over and
done. You do not have to go through those times ever again." Then He
whispered, "Just as you looked forward so much to your homecoming,
remember this that there is a meal coming, when we will sit and eat
together in My Kingdom. That meal will have no ending and there will
be no tears or sadness attached to it! They will all have reached an
end! There will be joy for evermore"
I do not think I heard any further words from God Himself, but I
was left with this very definite impression: "It is so easy for you
to look back on those painful things, but now, continue to look
forwards to that meal which is to come!"
I could well ask, "Are there going to be egg and bacon sandwiches
in Heaven?" Well, probably not, and I won't need them either, but He
cares for me enough to take that little incident yesterday and to
speak His truth to my heart in a new and fresh way. Yes, sure, it was
worth eating another egg and bacon sandwich, even if it did remind me
of those painful memories, because this meant that I could reach out
for something far, far better as I embraced my Lord and Saviour and
what He has in store for me!
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