Not long ago, my friend Beth asked her blog readers a question…

What are you eating at your house?

My response?

Condiments.

Ketchup. Mustard. Mayonnaise and relish. The meat to go with? Well, it was the end of the month, and as the family budget dictates, the cupboards wear thin by month’s end. Really, it’s not as bad as all that, but for any family living on a budget (and a single-income one at that), you “get” where I’m coming from.

We stretch our dollars to the max and then some, and are continually grateful for God’s ample provision that never fails to show up in time and on time. We’ve never been without. But there are days when my wants cry out for more.

  • For fullness instead of depletion.
  • For increase instead of decrease.
  • For variety instead of monotony.
  • For more instead of less.

Condiments serve little purpose when standing alone. They are best appreciated when serving their intended purpose—as a flavor, a topping; as a way of trimming the delicacy that lies beneath.

Meat. The main course. The stuff that fills us, that keeps us moving and upright and full of energy for the day ahead. Without it, we live less. We grow thin and irritable and become consumed by a gnawing ache that surpasses any reasonable response in the matter. Bare cupboard living never suffices the hungering needs of our flesh. Condiments serve temporarily and leave us wanting for more. They weren’t meant to fill, only to flavor.

As it goes with our flesh, so it goes with our faith. Bare cupboard living speaks to the hungering condition of our souls. As we expend our resources on the front side of our bounty, without pausing to refuel on the backside, we ultimately find ourselves empty and depleted. Left unattended, our hunger can morph into a prickly dissonance that quickly forces our confusion rather than bringing us around to a trusting, God-filled conclusion.

We banter about, moving from one moment to the next attempting to fill our plates with the temporal flavors from the condiment bar, all the while missing out on the main course that awaits our choosing. Hungering confusion breeds hasty consumption, and haste never births lasting fulfillment. There are no quick fixes to a famished soul. Lasting satiation comes from a willing duration at the feet of the Father.

What he gives us there is main … is meat … is the richest of fare, without need of further flavoring. God doesn’t fill us with end-of-the-month left-overs and extras. Instead, his food serves fully and completely, leaving us satisfied and prepared for the day ahead. Our hunger spaces evenly when fed through the hands of God. When fed elsewhere, our hunger lingers, never tasting the heavenly portion that was intended for our overflow.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve had my fill of condiments in recent days. Thankfully, God has sent a new month to our household and to my soul. Both are in need of refueling. I plan on trading in some ketchup for some kingdom feasting! My hunger indicates my need, and my need tells me to park my plate beneath the truth of God’s Word for the filling.

And just in case you’re wondering, the buffet is open to all. Leave your relish behind and join me at the table of God’s grace this weekend. His ladle serves hot, and his Word satisfies abundantly. As always…

peace for the journey,

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