POTATOES

There is no way anybody could've known. Since our family moved down to Okinawa in Sept. '24, I've had this craving for a simple "potato salad" found at the nearby store with tiny dices of carrot, some onion, some chunks of potato and a lot of mayonnaise-y mash. Nothing else. I keep a large container of it in the fridge to be served in smaller portions practically every day.

So I've actually been eating potato pretty regularly. But one day, I realized there had been an oversight in the shopping--I'D LET THE POTATO SALAD RUN OUT! No biggy, right? Just get it tomorrow. That's the facial expression I wore, but I was thinking, "But I want it TODAY!"

There was a ring at the door. Pastor Ishikawa brought chiffon cakes from a local bakery for my sister Joyce and for our family. Then he handed us a small shopping bag of produce, saying he'd been given two bags, and the Lord told him to take one of them to the Saitos.

What could be in the bag? Potatoes! When I saw what was inside, I had to e-mail Yoshitaka Ishikawa right away and tell him what had happened.

So we could eat potato that very day--yes!

Sometimes, a pastor's job is to prepare a sermon, at other times to study the Bible, or do hospital or prison visits. But many have learned they need to be sensitive to the Voice of God about even a bag of potatoes. Am I thanking God and being joyfully obedient with what He has given me, that He dare trust me with more?

"He that is faithful in that which is least is faithful also in much; and he that is unjust in that which is the least is unjust also in much." (Luke 16:10)