Last Thursday, I went to Ankeny to do a little shopping at KOHLS, and since it was lunch time on my way home, I drove through Sonic to get a bite to eat. I got a Frito burrito. Don’t judge me.
I love Frito burritos because they have chili, cheesy, corn chip goodness all rolled up together in a tortilla. Yum! And only Sonic has them. But I didn’t get a Diet Coke to drink with it because every week I say I am going to stop drinking Diet Coke because it’s bad for me…and because I had already had a can that morning (again, no judging—I found a past date Diet Coke in Luke’s room in his vending machine stock…not that I was looking…and I was exhausted because it felt like I had been up since 3:20—see yesterday’s post).
Anyway, once in awhile I just have to let myself eat Frito burritos and not feel guilty about it. I’m so strict with most everything else in my life that eating fast food occasionally is probably good for my mental balance. Sometimes I get so obsessed with being productive, organized, and structured, that I forget that God gave us Frito burritos to enjoy. I forget that God is more concerned about character than cleaning. I forget he is more impressed by devotion than diet. Now, I’m not saying that being clean and eating healthfully are not admirable qualities. They are—but not if they take the place of grace. Grace tells us that God loves us not for what we do, but for who we are in Him. Grace tells us to reflect His glory by loving not by legalism. Grace says that we can enjoy freedom in Christ because we are not imprisoned by our own little idiosyncrasies of what we believe is “right” and what we believe is “wrong”. Grace gives us the ability to accept ourselves and others because God accepts us. Grace allows us to stop, look on the face of Jesus, and enjoy his blessings…and I think one of them is Frito burritos.
Can you say amen?!
As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!”
“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”