Grovewood Café. I was delighted to see that their soup of the day was one of my favorites: shrimp bisque. When it came, the aroma was tantalizing, and the taste of the rich broth didn’t disappoint. Kay dipped in her spoon and agreed with me. It was excellent.
I had taken several spoonfuls before I put my spoon into the bottom and stirred. I encountered shrimp—lots of them. Plump, flavorful, making the soup even more of a treat. “Look at that,” I said to Kay. “When I dug down, there was even more to it.”
We shared a look, and I said, “I know. There’s a sermon there somewhere.” Well, I don’t preach anymore (another story for another day), but I do write. This one may end up published as a meditation, but for now let me just share it with those of you who read my blog.
Sometimes, life is like that bowl of shrimp bisque. Take our church membership. Some of us (and I’ve done this myself) simply go, take, and leave. We skim the top, enjoy the experience, and go about our business. Others dig down deep. We get involved in a smaller fellowship of believers, call it what you will—Sunday school, home fellowship, small group, whatever. We serve through participation in the choir, in teaching, as ushers and greeters, in outreach and service projects. And when we do, we get closer to the bottom of the bowl, and are rewarded with the good stuff.
Forrest Gump had an oft-quoted line: “Life is like a box of chocolates.” May I suggest that often times, life is like a cup of shrimp bisque. Dig deep. You’ll be glad you did.