Potatoes are one of my husband's favorite foods. He'll eat them pretty much any way but in a salad. I also go to potatoes when looking for a comfort food. My children ... are weird and have decided they don't like spuds. This means we don't go through them quite as quickly as we have in times past. And since I usually buy the 10-pound bags at Aldi, where they're the cheapest, every now and then we have some rather sad-looking potatoes by the end of the pack.
Have you ever peeled an old potato? Not only are they usually covered in tubers, sprouting out all over, searching for dirt to dig down into so they can form more potatoes. They're also rather wrinkly, with flaking skins and rough spots over the bruises. The "meat" of the spud itself isn't firm anymore, but has become a bit softer. Trying to peel around all these obstacles is no easy feat.
I had just opened a bag of potatoes a few weeks ago and was peeling some. And it hit me how easily the skins came off, how there weren't many spots to work around or cut out, how the insides were nice and firm and easy to handle and slice. And I started thinking about people. We can be like potatoes, too. And I don't mean cooked just about any way you can think of. I'm talking about more. When we're young Christians, we're firm in our faith, we're blemish-free, and we haven't let the world around us creep in to start rotting places in our lives. But as we mature, sometimes we end up like the old potatoes, our skins flaking and rough, our rough patches showing, possibly even slightly rotten with a squishy faith. You know what. God can cut out the bad spots and still use us, even if we're like that old potato. It will still cook up nicely. And God's willing to peel around the obstacles if we'll just let Him.
What do you think? Which potato do you most resemble?
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