SPONGE CAKE

I have many dear friends in Bermuda, my place of birth a few years back.  Among them have been Joel and Jane Madeiros.  Their home has been our home whenever we return.  Jane went “home” to be with the Lord, and I returned for her funeral.

At the funeral I mentioned how Jane always prepared a “Sponge Cake” for our visit.  Hers were “the best”.  On our last visit together, prior to her “home going”, she expressed disappointment in “the finished product”.  I can guarantee that it was far from anything noticeable to me, and I made sure it was consumed before it obtained any indication of age.

After some disclosure of her discontent, she exclaimed: “It had to be the eggs!  I always use duck eggs, but there was none available.”

If you fall into the category of being an extraordinary chef, you can understand her feeling.  The duck eggs are bigger and the taste is definitely different.

Where in the world am I going with all of this?  Some of us embrace Christ as Savior, but fail to reach beyond the “life ring” status; whereas the Scriptures give clear indication that we should move on to “maturity” level.

Inasmuch as we are “partakers of the divine nature”, Peter continues in his second Epistle, (1:4) and the verses that follow, “applying all diligence, in your faith supply moral excellence, and in your excellence, knowledge, and in your knowledge self-control, and in your self-control, perseverance, and in your perseverance, godliness, and in your godliness, brotherly kindness, and in your brotherly kindness, love.  For if these qualities are yours and are increasing, they render you neither useless nor unfruitful in the true knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.  For he who lacks these qualities is blind or short-sighted, having forgotten his purification from his former sins.” (1:5-9)

The years slip by, but I notice that there is always room for lots and lots of improvement.  I accept the challenge and will be pursuing the goals, plus others, that Peter set forth. 

In addition to the Scriptures, I can hear Jane saying: “It had to be the eggs!”

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