So, Thanksgiving has come and gone… sort of.
Thanksgiving lingers at my house in Tupperware containers. I know some people who never eat leftovers. They don’t even own Tupperware. If I was in charge of the country that would be a crime. I realize if I ever was put in charge of the country, I might have to work on my priorities, but for now… Tupperware for everyone!
As you have probably surmised, I’m a lover of all things leftover. Things that aren’t good as leftovers shouldn’t have been part of the first meal. Turkey, ham, dressing, and that casserole with corn and beans with crushed Cheez-Its sprinkled on it (How did the Pilgrims make it without Cheez-its? Another crime in my book.) are just as good on Saturday as they were on Thursday.
When I was first thinking of this blog, I was thinking of the feast we will have in heaven, and my point was going to be that there wouldn’t be any leftovers since Jesus could make everything fresh with just a word.
But after thinking about it, I actually think Jesus is into leftovers. When Jesus fed the 5,000 in The Gospels, he could have made the last person eat the last morsel of fish and chunk of bread. Instead Jesus made so much that the disciples each grabbed a basket (first century Tupperware) and filled all twelve baskets chock-full of the scraps. Each disciple was set for the whole next week and every time they sat down to dig into the basket they were reminded of the miracle they had witnessed and looked with wonder again at Jesus who was sitting close by.
Leftovers remind us that we had more than enough. I like that. It’s a reminder that even though we tried to eat everything we could we just couldn’t polish it off.
Jesus likes abundance. When he turned water into wine, he made gallons and gallons. When he multiplied the loaves and the fishes, he made enough to feed an army with twelve baskets to spare. When he paid for your sin and mine, it was enough to cover all the sin we have ever done and will ever do with baskets of grace left over. No matter how much grace you need you won’t ever be able to polish it off.
The next time you reach into your refrigerator for anything in a Tupperware container, think of abundance. Let every leftover be a reminder of a God who loves to give us more than enough, and that was never truer than when he gave us his son.