I CAN'T SCRAMBLE EGGS
Updated: Apr 6, 2019
Years ago, after seeking counsel, Steve & I had taken on the daunting task of starting a discipleship ministry for the first time. I had a baby & 2 young daughters. In addition to school & church responsibilities, I was the ministry bookkeeper. The pace of life had done me in. I felt burned out…fizzled, fried & kaput! My sweet Honey made the arrangements for me to go away for a weekend, to Denver, to stay with out mentor friends, Keith & Judy. Their basement apartment had been designed as a refuge for weary souls, & that it was! You Moms know how hard it can be to leave small kiddos behind, with anyone…even their Dad. It just felt so strange. But Steve was determined to make this happen. I went on my 3-day retreat, with his blessing.
I don’t recall all the specifics about that weekend. But I do remember a relaxing jacuzzi tub, hours of talking & sharing, extended time in the Word, & FABULOUS food. Judy was a very gifted artist and an excellent cook! So, it caught me off guard when she said what she did. We were at the breakfast table discussing Christ’s finished work on the Cross & our new identity, in Him, because of His victory or sin & death. She declared, “I can’t scramble eggs without Jesus.” I think I stopped chewing! I glanced down at my gourmet breakfast: beautifully plated fluffy eggs, crispy bacon, raspberry-topped cream cheese blintzes, & fresh fruit. You’re kidding me, right?? I looked at her in disbelief. I mean, I had the evidence sitting in front of me. Clearly, she knew how to scramble eggs, plus a whole lot more! I just didn’t get it.
It took me quite a few years before I started to grasp the Biblical meaning behind Judy’s words. It’s one thing to understand something in your head. But it’s an altogether different story to own the Truth in your heart where it becomes your living passion. That day, Judy sowed seeds that awakened a desire in me. I saw her intimacy with the Father, through Jesus Christ, & it exposed a void in my spiritual understanding. I wanted more. Over the past 24 years, I have repeatedly said to my 3 daughters, “I get it now. I know what Judy meant. I really can’t scramble eggs without Jesus!”
So, what made the difference? How has this Truth been massaged in the fiber of my relationship with my heavenly Father? Hardship, loss, disappointment, rejection, emotional pain, & some physical suffering…the kind of words most of us would rather not hear, let alone experience. But God has used, & will continue to use, all of it—to show me, & for me to come to place of agreement with Him, that no good thing dwells in my flesh (Romans 7:18). He wants to work in me to accomplish His will & to give Him pleasure (Philippians 2:13), a supernatural possibility only because I have been crucified with Christ. The life I now live in my human body on earth, I live by faith in Jesus Christ alone, who loved me & died for me (Galatians 2:20). I am reconciled to God, in relationship, through Christ’s death. I am saved experientially in my daily living, by His life (Romans 5:10). Amazingly, the same Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead, indwells every true believer & gives life to/works through our mortal bodies. Therefore, we aren’t obligated to respond to sinful, selfish fleshly impulses or passions (Romans 8:9-12). We have a choice. Jesus became sin on our behalf, that we might become the righteousness of God, in Him (2 Cor 5:21). WOW! This side of heaven, I’ll never fully grasp it. But it IS spiritually miraculous, to me, nonetheless. The old man is no longer my identity in my Father’s eyes. I am brand new in Christ.
At any given moment, my choices/actions are either honoring God or honoring Satan, the enemy of my soul. I’m either allowing Christ’s life to work through/flow out of me, OR, I’m motivated by SELF-ishness & trying to prove that I’m somebody. I’m either fearing God or performing for man. I’m either focused on Christ, or, by default, trapped by the enemy. (Galatians 5 clearly presents the warring between the Spirit & flesh.) My fruit either glorifies God or it’s pretentious & plastic-- empowered by my flesh, influenced by the world, or motivated by pride. And, it’s often disgusting & nasty! At the end of the day, self-effort leaves me empty inside, while the enemy of my soul accuses, laughs & mocks. And as we all know, plastic fruit has no taste, no substance. It might look good. But in the light of eternity, it doesn’t make the cut.
I believe this is applicable to everything in life. From the smallest gesture to, what I might consider, a great accomplishment, God is after my heart motivation…solely & totally yielded to the Holy Spirit in any given moment. He wants to work (i.e. “scramble”) through me. He has a plan to complete His purposes. My paraphrase of John 3:30 would read something like this: “Increasingly yielding to the awareness of Jesus Christ’s presence in my life, automatically decreases the futile expression of my self-effort.” This is sanctification, & it’s a lifelong process. We can experience a progressive freedom…not having to measure up to perceived standards, both those imposed by others & those we put on ourselves.