I Purchase Rotten Food

“Mike!  Time to wake up! We are about to leave. Are you coming?” The gentle voices of my travelling companions, pierced through my blissful sleep. 

“Hhhhhhmmmmmm”, I groaned silently to myself. I vaguely became aware of my surroundings. The statements slowly ignited my memory.

“Yes.  Give me a few minutes. I think I need to collect my senses.”

I forced a smile on my face. Getting up was a struggle. I had been awake for most of the night. It was not the first night. My mind reeled from the effects of it. My body was numb. Sleep clung to me like wet clothing. Slowly I began to feel exhilarated by the prospects of the upcoming treasure hunt.

We were going to the market to get a supply of vegetables and fruits. The early morning market shopping was freedom. It was welcomed freedom to skip selecting prepackaged and over-processed food. My mouth watered as I imagined the smell of the fruits and vegetables, biting into the fruits and getting a drink of jelly coconut.

We moved swiftly through the market.  The food was prodded, poked, smelt and tasted, when possible. We wanted only the best. The higglers (sellers) wanted to offload over-ripe or partly bruised fruits but we were not having it. As much as possible, we tasted before we brought anything.

When the fruit was not acceptable we gave the seller a piercing look and witty remark that echo our non-acceptance.

“This is not acceptable. We will not buy this.”

Our facial expression spoke before our witty remark that echoed our non-acceptance. Then we swiftly move on. We were determined to get value for our money.

Isn’t it amazing, how blessed we are to have a Father who does not choose his kids based on who is perfect? The fruit’s vibrant colour had to attract us. Many times we only bought after tasting or felt convinced we were getting the best for our money. Thankfully Jesus Christ does not make His selection as we do.

I picture Him walking through the market and stopping to smell the rotten fruits. He smiles as He fills His basket or shopping bag with the blemished produce. All around mockers and scoffers are laughing as they offload, the rejected fruits. He takes those that are putrid. Worms and maggots have already eaten parts of some farm produce.

“What a sucker,” Some think. Others smirk.  

Whisper fills the market. People are shocked. How can someone be so naive to purchase food that is normally thrown away.  

He then departs for home. At home He goes into the kitchen. Lays the bag on the counter. Slowly and very gently He removes each fruit with the utmost care. He then gets to work. The rotten parts are gently peeled off. Suddenly a renewal begins. Immediately after the part is discarded, new part appears. He then takes out the pots and pans and begins putting all the ingredients together. The fire is lit. The pots are heated. All ingredients are put in the pots. The smell from the kitchen draws others from outside the house. 

The door was never closed. Passers-by is drawn by the smell of the food. One by one they begin to enter the house. All have stopped to eat. Soon the house is full. 

Everyone is seated and He begins to serve. The meal was prepared using a very small pot. Experts will tell you that only one person can eat from it. However, hundreds within the house ate and all were filled. Food was also left for others.

The meal was served long ago but the smell from the kitchen continues to permeate the atmosphere. The door remained open. Others arrive. His radiant smile welcomes them. They are fed and are filled. Those that were thirsty drank. Their thirst was quenched forever.


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