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THE BURNT BACON
It was the first meal I had cooked for my brand new husband and I must admit that I was somewhat nervous. I wanted everything to turn out just right for this special occasion--the eggs over easy, the bacon done to perfection, the toast golden brown. I wanted our first breakfast together to be a masterpiece, a true love offering.
I'm not sure how it happened. Perhaps the temperature on the burner was turned up too high or maybe I was so intent on cooking the eggs that I took my eyes off of the bacon for a minute. How it happened doesn't really matter, but when I went to take the bacon from the pan, it was burnt! As I placed the three slices of bacon on Jack's plate with the eggs, they were basically cremated. Instead of a love offering, I was presenting him with a burnt offering.
My eyes filled with tears as I set the plate before my husband. "I'm so sorry, Honey," I informed him, "but I burnt the bacon."
He looked down at the bacon lying crisply on the plate and then gazed up at me with love in his eyes. "I like my bacon crispy," he responded. "This is just the way I like it cooked. Don't worry about it. The bacon is perfect!"
That was the first of many breakfasts that we would be sharing together. And every day I would take my bacon from the pan when it was hot and sizzling and golden brown. Then I would leave Jack's bacon frying in the pan until it was burnt to a crisp because that's the way he told me that he liked it.
We had been married about six months when Jack came over to the stove one morning as I was fixing breakfast and put his arm around me. "Please don't burn my bacon today," he pleaded. "I actually like my bacon cooked just the same way that you fry yours."
I was amazed! "But you told me you liked burnt bacon! That's why I always fry your bacon so well done," I explained. "I take great care to be sure your bacon is always burnt at least a little before I serve it to you."
Jack smiled at me sheepishly. "I've always hated burnt bacon," he admitted, "but I didn't want to hurt your feelings that first day when you burnt it, so I just told you that I liked it." He paused for a minute and then continued with his confession. "After that I didn't know what to do, so I just kept on eating the burnt bacon you fixed for me every day. But please--no more burnt bacon!"
Yes, love is kind and love endures all things, but love also ministers the truth in love. Sometimes we are so afraid of hurting the feelings of others that we allow irritants and incidents to destroy relationships. We live with situations that could easily be resolved because we are afraid to confront the problem. We go on day after day saying nothing because it just seems easier that way. But sooner or later you must deal with it and bring it into the open.
And many times the dreaded confrontation is not really that difficult. When we go in the right spirit and minister the truth in love, healing is often instantaneous. Bring it out in the open where you can both look at it and work together toward a solution.
There's no reason to go on eating burnt bacon week after week and month after month. Perhaps the other person doesn't even know that there's a problem until you tell him. I never burn Jack's bacon anymore. I know the truth and the truth has set him free--free from burnt bacon.
I'm not sure how it happened. Perhaps the temperature on the burner was turned up too high or maybe I was so intent on cooking the eggs that I took my eyes off of the bacon for a minute. How it happened doesn't really matter, but when I went to take the bacon from the pan, it was burnt! As I placed the three slices of bacon on Jack's plate with the eggs, they were basically cremated. Instead of a love offering, I was presenting him with a burnt offering.
My eyes filled with tears as I set the plate before my husband. "I'm so sorry, Honey," I informed him, "but I burnt the bacon."
He looked down at the bacon lying crisply on the plate and then gazed up at me with love in his eyes. "I like my bacon crispy," he responded. "This is just the way I like it cooked. Don't worry about it. The bacon is perfect!"
That was the first of many breakfasts that we would be sharing together. And every day I would take my bacon from the pan when it was hot and sizzling and golden brown. Then I would leave Jack's bacon frying in the pan until it was burnt to a crisp because that's the way he told me that he liked it.
We had been married about six months when Jack came over to the stove one morning as I was fixing breakfast and put his arm around me. "Please don't burn my bacon today," he pleaded. "I actually like my bacon cooked just the same way that you fry yours."
I was amazed! "But you told me you liked burnt bacon! That's why I always fry your bacon so well done," I explained. "I take great care to be sure your bacon is always burnt at least a little before I serve it to you."
Jack smiled at me sheepishly. "I've always hated burnt bacon," he admitted, "but I didn't want to hurt your feelings that first day when you burnt it, so I just told you that I liked it." He paused for a minute and then continued with his confession. "After that I didn't know what to do, so I just kept on eating the burnt bacon you fixed for me every day. But please--no more burnt bacon!"
Yes, love is kind and love endures all things, but love also ministers the truth in love. Sometimes we are so afraid of hurting the feelings of others that we allow irritants and incidents to destroy relationships. We live with situations that could easily be resolved because we are afraid to confront the problem. We go on day after day saying nothing because it just seems easier that way. But sooner or later you must deal with it and bring it into the open.
And many times the dreaded confrontation is not really that difficult. When we go in the right spirit and minister the truth in love, healing is often instantaneous. Bring it out in the open where you can both look at it and work together toward a solution.
There's no reason to go on eating burnt bacon week after week and month after month. Perhaps the other person doesn't even know that there's a problem until you tell him. I never burn Jack's bacon anymore. I know the truth and the truth has set him free--free from burnt bacon.
THE BURNT BACON
It was the first meal I had cooked for my brand new husband and I must admit that I was somewhat nervous. I wanted everything to turn out just right for this special occasion--the eggs over easy, the bacon done to perfection, the toast golden brown. I wanted our first breakfast together to be a masterpiece, a true love offering.
I'm not sure how it happened. Perhaps the temperature on the burner was turned up too high or maybe I was so intent on cooking the eggs that I took my eyes off of the bacon for a minute. How it happened doesn't really matter, but when I went to take the bacon from the pan, it was burnt! As I placed the three slices of bacon on Jack's plate with the eggs, they were basically cremated. Instead of a love offering, I was presenting him with a burnt offering.
My eyes filled with tears as I set the plate before my husband. "I'm so sorry, Honey," I informed him, "but I burnt your bacon."
He looked down at the bacon lying crisply on the plate and then gazed up at me with love in his eyes. "I like my bacon crispy," he responded. "This is just the way I like it cooked. Don't worry about it. The bacon is perfect!"
That was the first of many breakfasts that we would be sharing together. And every day I would take my bacon from the pan when it was hot and sizzling and golden brown. Then I would leave Jack's bacon frying in the pan until it was burnt to a crisp because that's the way he told me that he liked it.
We had been married about six months when Jack came over to the stove one morning as I was fixing breakfast and put his arm around me. "Please don't burn my bacon today," he pleaded. "I actually like my bacon cooked just the same way that you fry yours."
I was amazed! "But you told me you liked burnt bacon! That's why I always make your bacon so well done," I explained. "I take great care to be sure your bacon is always burnt at least a little before I serve it to you."
Jack smiled at me sheepishly. "I've always hated burnt bacon," he admitted. "I didn't want to hurt your feelings that first day when you accidentally burnt it, so I just told you that I liked it." He paused for a minute and then continued with his confession. "After that I didn't know what to do or say, so I just kept on eating the burnt bacon you fixed for me every day. But please--no more burnt bacon!"
Yes, love is kind and love endures all things, but love also ministers the truth in love. Sometimes we are so afraid of hurting the feelings of others that we allow irritants and incidents to destroy relationships. We live with situations that could easily be resolved because we are afraid to confront the problem. We go on day after day saying nothing because it just seems easier that way. But sooner or later you must deal with it and bring it into the open.
And many times the dreaded confrontation is not really that difficult. When we go in the right spirit and minister the truth in love, healing is often instantaneous. Bring it out in the open where you can both look at it and work together toward a solution.
There's no reason to go on eating burnt bacon week after week and month after month. Perhaps the other person doesn't even know that there's a problem until you tell him. I never burn Jack's bacon anymore. I know the truth now and the truth has set him free--free from any more burnt bacon.
I'm not sure how it happened. Perhaps the temperature on the burner was turned up too high or maybe I was so intent on cooking the eggs that I took my eyes off of the bacon for a minute. How it happened doesn't really matter, but when I went to take the bacon from the pan, it was burnt! As I placed the three slices of bacon on Jack's plate with the eggs, they were basically cremated. Instead of a love offering, I was presenting him with a burnt offering.
My eyes filled with tears as I set the plate before my husband. "I'm so sorry, Honey," I informed him, "but I burnt your bacon."
He looked down at the bacon lying crisply on the plate and then gazed up at me with love in his eyes. "I like my bacon crispy," he responded. "This is just the way I like it cooked. Don't worry about it. The bacon is perfect!"
That was the first of many breakfasts that we would be sharing together. And every day I would take my bacon from the pan when it was hot and sizzling and golden brown. Then I would leave Jack's bacon frying in the pan until it was burnt to a crisp because that's the way he told me that he liked it.
We had been married about six months when Jack came over to the stove one morning as I was fixing breakfast and put his arm around me. "Please don't burn my bacon today," he pleaded. "I actually like my bacon cooked just the same way that you fry yours."
I was amazed! "But you told me you liked burnt bacon! That's why I always make your bacon so well done," I explained. "I take great care to be sure your bacon is always burnt at least a little before I serve it to you."
Jack smiled at me sheepishly. "I've always hated burnt bacon," he admitted. "I didn't want to hurt your feelings that first day when you accidentally burnt it, so I just told you that I liked it." He paused for a minute and then continued with his confession. "After that I didn't know what to do or say, so I just kept on eating the burnt bacon you fixed for me every day. But please--no more burnt bacon!"
Yes, love is kind and love endures all things, but love also ministers the truth in love. Sometimes we are so afraid of hurting the feelings of others that we allow irritants and incidents to destroy relationships. We live with situations that could easily be resolved because we are afraid to confront the problem. We go on day after day saying nothing because it just seems easier that way. But sooner or later you must deal with it and bring it into the open.
And many times the dreaded confrontation is not really that difficult. When we go in the right spirit and minister the truth in love, healing is often instantaneous. Bring it out in the open where you can both look at it and work together toward a solution.
There's no reason to go on eating burnt bacon week after week and month after month. Perhaps the other person doesn't even know that there's a problem until you tell him. I never burn Jack's bacon anymore. I know the truth now and the truth has set him free--free from any more burnt bacon.
