The ill fated appams

Today, on the day of our Lord’s resurrection,the appams were a disaster. My cooking skills at best, work on the premise of a hit or miss . Unfortunately for me, today’s was a total miss, a terrible disaster.

After many a day, since New Year’s to be precise, the family was looking forward to an appam and stew breakfast, a much awaited change from the daily toast and eggs. After three days of preparation, it was very disappointing that the batter didn’t rise and the appam was flat, without any appeal and totally unappetising.

Then came a thought to mind, a message, why should I worry, when the Lord will be at our table today, the Bread of Life is amongst us and all else will pale into insignificance. Sure enough, my normally very critical , very vociferous family, about poorly turned out food, ate this breakfast with relish, without a murmur but appreciative.

And I think, is it not my Lord Who Is Risen, that makes the most imperfect, perfect. When confronted by my worst hurdles, will He not roll it away like He did the huge stone at the mouth of the tomb? And I know, there is no need to be anxious, no need to fear, however big our problems. Be it a Goliath or a whale, all we need, is to fix our eyes on the Saviour, to stay close to Him, to overcome !