My kitchen adventures extend back over three decades. My love for lasagna is about the long as well. One would think that after all these years, I would be able to successfully make a lasagna according to the recipe instructions. I use the exact same recipe every single time. And I mess it up. Every. Single. Time.
Whether it is the amount of basil or oregano, or when to add it, or how to layer it, or whether there is sauce on the bottom and top or just the bottom. Every. Single. Time. I mess it up.
But here’s the kicker: it tastes the same every time. It doesn’t matter the order of the layers, or if I forgot to set the timer, or whether I added the oregano at the right time or not. It tastes the same. My methods may be flawed, but the result is the same favorite lasagna every time.
Such is the life of faith. God asks us to walk a road we may not be able to see completely. Jesus sacrificed Himself, knowing we would fail–time and time again we would fail. And He did it anyway. Because when we fail in faith, it is still faith. When we stumble while trying to do what He asks, it is still walking. And when we cry out for help, we still recognize the sovereign almighty God.
Whatever the order of the layers, whether we screw it up over the course of decades, walking in faith still tastes the same: like faith in the living Jesus who died that we might be reconciled to Him.
“The Spirit of the Lord is upon Me…” –Isaiah 61:1, NKJV
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