I love the story of the two disciples walking home to Emmaus when they were joined by a Visitor. Their spirits were low as they mourned the death of One whom they “had hoped” was their long-awaited Messiah. But, things weren’t as they seemed. It wasn’t until Jesus broke bread with them that their eyes were opened to the presence of their Savior. He was actually there with them in their confusion and grief.
Through this account I find myself convicted of all the times I have interpreted my circumstances through the lens of my own understanding and not through God’s wisdom. This tendency reminds me of an amusing story I read years ago.
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(The following story was printed through the Associated Press August 2, 2002)
“Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, visited her in-laws recently. While there, Mrs. Burnett went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries. Several people noticed her sitting in her car with the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed, both of her hands behind the back of her head.
One customer who had been in the store for a while became concerned and walked over to the car. He noticed that the woman’s eyes were now open, and she looked very strange. He asked if she were okay. Mrs. Burnett replied that she had been shot in the back of the head, and had been holding in her brains for over an hour.
The man immediately ran back to his car and, using his cell phone, called 911. The paramedics arrived within minutes, broke into the car because the doors were locked and Mrs. Burnett was unable to remove her hands from the wound for fear of causing greater damage.
When they finally got in, they found that Linda Burnett had a wad of biscuit dough stuck to the back of her head. It seems the bag of groceries resting in the back seat contained a Pillsbury biscuit canister that exploded from the heat, making a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot. The force of the explosion launched a wad of dough, hitting her in the back of the head.
When Mrs. Burnett reached back to find out what it was, she felt the warm, clammy dough and assumed it was her brains falling out. She had initially passed out, but quickly recovered and tried to hold her brains in for over an hour until someone noticed and came to her aid.”
The actual AP headline read: KILLER BISCUITS WANTED FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER
I laugh every time I read this true story! What would have happened if she had investigated the source of the sound? I’m thinking she may have saved herself a great deal of anguish, not to mention car repair.
During this Christmas season, may our understanding be grounded in the Truth and not in our own short-sighted wisdom. May we strive to see the Savior every time we are faced with trial and confusion. Who knows, maybe our trial is nothing more than a lump of squishy biscuit dough.
// Sandy Wild