By Dr. James L. Snyder
Did you ever have a smile on your face that no matter what you did you could not wipe it off?
Well, that is quite a regular occurrence with me. But this past week was a “smile-on-the-face” to beat all “smiles-on-the-face.”
It all began in the morning when I suggested that we go out for lunch for a pre-Valentine’s Day celebration.
Of course, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage responded in the positive.
“You,” she said rather sarcastically, “will be picking up the check?”
“It’s the least,” I said in response, “I can do for your Valentine’s Day present.”
Smilingly she said, “It sure is the least thing you could do.”
The host of the restaurant took us to our table and we sat down to begin our luncheon activity. At this
point, everything was going fine.
The waitress took our order and we sent back to relax waiting for our meal to arrive. We filled the time with chitchat of which my wife is an excellent chit-chatter. I, on the other hand, am a great chitchat listener. In this regard, we make an excellent team.
My wife always orders her hamburger medium-well. I like mine cooked all the way through. No pink allowed in my burger.
As my wife cut her hamburger in two, that’s the way she likes to eat it, when all of a sudden red liquid leaked all over her plate.
“Oh, my goodness,” she exclaimed, “what is this pink stuff?”
When she pulled both halves apart, both sides were red and oozing pink juice. I could tell immediately that the hamburger was not cooked all the way through.
She called the waitress over and showed her that her hamburger was not cooked. The waitress immediately apologized, took the hamburger, went and got her another one and this time it was cooked all the way through just like she likes it.
If I thought that was the end of our fun, I was to be surprised.
I mentioned to her several times how her hamburger was, and she just looked at me and smiled and I had to smile right back at her. Usually, I’m the one that gets the bloody hamburger. I like mine well done and there are times when it is not well done. This time the joke was on her.
We finished our hamburgers, I was eating my French fries and she was nibbling at her vegetables. I think a French fry is a vegetable, but I’m not going to contest it.
Then I heard her scream, “What’s that?”
I asked her what in the world was wrong.
“Look at that,” she stated.
I looked at her vegetables, which is something I don’t like to do, and then I saw it. It was one of those little things with legs that creep around. Yes, there was a bug in her vegetables.
How do you keep from laughing at something like that?
The waitress came and was duly upset and finally said, “I don’t know how that happened. Please forgive us; your lunch is on us.”
Solomon had it right when he said, “He that handleth a matter wisely shall find good: and whoso trusteth in the Lord, happy is he” (Proverbs 16:20).
Sometimes God allows things to happen to see if we really have joy in our hearts. I must confess that at this luncheon I did have joy in my heart.