Ah, the third day of camp cooking! This one arrived faster than any one that came before. Many scrambled eggs have given their little lives for meals thus far. What do you mean that a scrambled egg isn't a critter? I caught two just last night, and they made some good eating too! Whatever your opinion, we often celebrate a third day. For us the third day of most any event reminds us of our risen Christ. We can't help it. The rebirth put us in mind of the resurrection. The third day tells of a new beginning, a casting off of the old and a putting on of the new. Although the excitement of the chase in our youth has given way to 'chasing' down motionless eggs trapped in their little cartons inside a refrigerator, we look forward on a third day to a new life in Christ.
Wow, sometimes my silly imagery leaves me wordless. It must be a Saturday and the third day of camp cooking. I'm glad that Jesus accepts silly writers as well as the reserved bankers, quiet librarians, and mortified morticians of our day.
Enjoy a wonderful weekend in our wonderful Lord Jesus!
Bucky
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