The Littlest Measuring Spoon
One day I watched as my youngest son, Aaron, climbed upon a kitchen chair, pulled open a drawer and proceeded to get out his mother’s measuring spoons to play with them. As he was playing, unnoticed by him, the littlest measuring spoon fell into the trash below. When he finished playing, he climbed down and ran into the other room.
I then got up, walked over and retrieved the littlest measuring spoon from the very bottom of the trash, where it had eventually come to rest. Now CONSIDER, if I had not seen what had taken place, that little measuring spoon would have been thrown out with the trash. It would have not been missed until it was needed, and even then, no one would be able to tell how or why the littlest measuring spoon was missing.
Things do indeed have a way of getting lost in this world of ours. Perhaps all of us at times feel as if the same thing has happened to us, as happened to that little spoon. We have fallen to the bottom and while that is bad, the thing that hurts the most is that our fall has gone unnoticed, and we feel as worthless as the trash in the can soon to be thrown away.
Jesus would then say to us. . . “Do not be afraid . . . . Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31 So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”(Matthew 10:28-31)
Rev. Wendell Mettey