(A true story)
We had the missionaries here
for dinner just tonight.
Entertaining’s not my cup of tea,
but that’s alright—
I do my best to just say Yes
when called upon to serve.
“Weaknesses to Strengths” we’re told,
so I got all my nerve…
I made spareribs, and oh,
I made spareribs, and oh,
We passed ‘em round, and – oh no!- found
that tasty they were not.
I’ve made that dish before, but this time
something has gone wrong.
There’s plenty o’ rib and plenty o’ sauce
but all the meat is gone!
I don’t know how that happened.
I watched those good men eat;
They took a bite, and froze, and then
pulled hard things from their teeth.
So thus we ate.
Before they left,
the elders said a prayer,
gave thanks for hospitality
and kindness shown them there.
My son and I still sat there
when my husband took them home.
“Guess what?” I said, half-laughing—
“I just fed the elders bones.”
Copyright © 2014, Danette Christensen, Light is All Around Me.
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