{"id":3065,"date":"2019-05-05T05:00:00","date_gmt":"2019-05-05T09:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/?p=3065"},"modified":"2019-04-17T18:15:50","modified_gmt":"2019-04-17T22:15:50","slug":"let-the-ice-cream-melt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/let-the-ice-cream-melt\/","title":{"rendered":"Let the Ice Cream Melt!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"custom-html-block\"><iframe title=\"Let the Ice Cream Melt! 5\/5\/19\" src=\"https:\/\/www.podbean.com\/media\/player\/82y8c-adfbd1?from=yiiadmin&amp;download=1&amp;version=1\" data-link=\"https:\/\/www.podbean.com\/media\/player\/82y8c-adfbd1?from=yiiadmin&amp;download=1&amp;version=1\" height=\"122\" width=\"100%\" style=\"border: none;\" scrolling=\"no\" data-name=\"pb-iframe-player\"><\/iframe><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\"><strong><u>The disciples of Jesus are at sea in today\u2019s Gospel<\/u> <\/strong>(John 21:1-19). <strong><u>But they are confused and lost<\/u>.<\/strong> <em>They are still shocked at the cruel death of Jesus. They don\u2019t know what to do with themselves. So they go off to do what they know best \u2013 <u>fishing<\/u>.<br \/><\/em><br \/>But their whole night of fishing proves to be unprofitable. <strong><em>\u201cHave you caught anything?\u201d<\/em><\/strong> asks a voice on the shoreline. <\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\">Their answer: <em>\u201cWe have labored all night and have caught nothing.\u201d<\/em> Aren\u2019t those so often our words? How often have we, in one form or another, spoken them? <u>Maybe we are trying to pick up the pieces of our life after a death, a setback, a loss, a depression, a divorce or someone leaving us<\/u>.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\"><strong>I recall feeling this way after a diverticulitis attack where they had to remove a foot of my colon.<\/strong> I found myself picking up the pieces as I recovered \u2013 piles of mail and magazines everywhere, people to call or email, and projects to get started on again. <\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\"><strong>I needed to find the energy to get going again.<\/strong> As far as energy \u2013 I found nothing, just like the disciples in the boat. So I tried my best at familiar tasks \u2013 clean the house, pay the bills, try to stay busy. <u>But all day long and all night long<\/u> \u2013 <u>the net was empty<\/u>!<\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\"><strong><em>But then, as so often happens in life, a stranger appears with an important message\u2026..<br \/><\/em><\/strong><br \/>I had my regular appointment with my cardiologist and on the way home I stopped to get some ice cream that was on sale. <em>Buy one quart and get one quart free<\/em>\u2026<u>Not a bad idea after the cardiologist gave me a good report on my heart.<\/u> <\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\">I got in my car, put down the two quarts of ice cream on a hot summer day and began backing out of my parking space. Then I heard a knock on my car window.<strong> I turned and encountered a woman in her 50\u2019s.<\/strong> Her attire looked like it had come from Sears or Target. She was carrying an oversized purse. <\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\"><em>\u201cYou\u2019ve got to help me,\u201d <\/em>she pleaded. <em>\u201cI need to get somewhere and I\u2019m trying to catch the bus.\u201d<\/em> <u>I thought to myself<\/u>, <em>\u201cHere comes the pitch for money. What does she want, $10 or $20?\u201d<\/em> She pulled out a folder from her purse. <em>\u201cI must be at Calvary Chapel on Cypress Creek Road by 6:30 and it\u2019s already after 5:00. I\u2019ll never make it. Would you please take me? I\u2019d be happy to pay you!\u201d <br \/><\/em><br \/><strong><em>I was not wearing any clerical attire. How did she pick me to be the one to take her to church?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\"><u>My immediate thoughts were<\/u>: <em>\u201cNo, no, no\u2026.I have two quarts of ice cream in the car. It is rush hour. Calvary Chapel is at least 45 minutes away. How do I know that once in the car you won\u2019t try to harm me?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\"><u>Her voice was pleading<\/u>: <em>\u201cI finally found a church where the Lord is speaking to me. I need his message tonight to keep going. Things have been rough.\u201d <br \/><\/em><br \/><u>Besides all the reasons I had for not letting this stranger into my car, I could almost hear what Jesus is saying in today\u2019s Gospel<\/u>, <strong><em>\u201cCast your net over on the other side and you will find something.\u201d <\/em><\/strong>   <em><u>A God Whispe<\/u><\/em>r<\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\">\u201c<em>Come on, get in,\u201d<\/em> I said. As she did, I got ready to dump on her for intruding  on my schedule. No free rides in this car, I thought. <\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\"><u>As we took off, I got ready to say<\/u>, <em>\u201cLook, it\u2019s rush hour. Do you know how far away Calvary Chapel is? I have ice cream melting in the back seat.\u201d<\/em> Then I caught myself. <strong><em>She did not need to hear how I was being a hero by getting her to church on time. So I shut my mouth and listened for a change. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\"><strong>Her name was Nancy.<\/strong> She had recently arrived from California. Her husband of 34 years had died a year ago after a cruel and lingering death. <em><u>Her relationship with Jesus had kept her going<\/u>.<\/em> She was looking for work and was starting a new life. <\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\"><strong>Nancy kept talking about wanting to find ways of giving back to others.<\/strong> This was a big reason why she wanted to get to church tonight. The message, the music, the fellowship meant everything to her. <strong><em>She said that Jesus had been carrying her and her husband for so long, now it was time for her to carry Jesus and others. <\/em><\/strong><u>I really started listening to this stranger and what she said. All I had been worrying about was my ice cream melting in the back seat<\/u>. <\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\">I wouldn\u2019t take any money from her for the ride, so Nancy offered to cook me a meal or come and clean my house. I declined her offer. I was just happy to have gotten her to church on time. All I wanted was for her to say a few prayers for me. It was obvious how close Nancy was to Jesus. <em><u>I didn\u2019t tell her I was a pries<\/u>t. <u>Soon after she got into my car I realized that this was a ride for me to do nothing but listen.<\/u> <u>The Lord had a lot to say to me<\/u>. <\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\"><em>All the way home, I had such a warm and wonderful feeling inside of me. Not just for having done a good deed, but because <u>I had met a stranger who had helped me to see that my net and my life were not as empty as I had thought<\/u>. <br \/><\/em><br \/><strong>Today\u2019s Gospel also contains the episode of the second chance. <\/strong>The men in the boat were the disciples of Jesus \u2013 the disciples who fell asleep on him, the ones who ran away and abandoned him when the going got rough. <\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\">Peter, the leader, denied even knowing him. It was to these men that the stranger appears. He has a question to ask. <strong>It is important to realize what the question is NOT,<\/strong> <em>\u201cWhat have you done?&#8230;.Do you remember what you did to me?&#8230;.Have you changed your ways and reformed your lives?\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\">Jesus\u2019 question has nothing to do with <u>the past<\/u> and everything to do with <u>the present<\/u>: <strong><em>\u201cHere and now, do you love me?\u201d<\/em><\/strong> <em>Let sins be forgotten. Let mistakes be put aside. Let stupidities be buried. Let hurts go by the boards. Let betrayals go unmentioned. All that matters is:<\/em><strong>\u201cHere and now, do you love me?\u201d<\/strong> <\/p>\n<p dir=\"auto\">J<u>esus is asking you and me, possibly through the voice of a stranger<\/u>, <strong><em>\u201cHere and now, do you love me? Will you let me in, not just into your car and your home. Will you let me into your heart?\u201d<br \/><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; The disciples of Jesus are at sea in today\u2019s Gospel (John 21:1-19). But they are confused and lost. They are still shocked at the cruel death of Jesus. They don\u2019t know what to do with themselves. So they go off to do what they know best \u2013 fishing.But their whole night of fishing [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":3064,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"qubely_global_settings":"","qubely_interactions":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[16],"tags":[],"qubely_featured_image_url":{"full":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",150,150,false],"landscape":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",150,150,false],"portraits":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",150,150,false],"thumbnail":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",150,150,false],"medium":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",150,150,false],"medium_large":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",150,150,false],"large":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",150,150,false],"1536x1536":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",150,150,false],"2048x2048":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",150,150,false],"ocean-thumb-m":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",150,150,false],"ocean-thumb-ml":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",150,150,false],"ocean-thumb-l":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",150,150,false],"qubely_landscape":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",150,150,false],"qubely_portrait":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",150,150,false],"qubely_thumbnail":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured.png",100,100,false],"rpwe-thumbnail":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/1555274262_featured-45x45.png",45,45,true]},"qubely_author":{"display_name":"Medard Laz","author_link":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/author\/medlaz\/"},"qubely_comment":0,"qubely_category":"<a href=\"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/category\/weekly-messages\/\" rel=\"category tag\">Weekly Messages<\/a>","qubely_excerpt":"&nbsp; &nbsp; The disciples of Jesus are at sea in today\u2019s Gospel (John 21:1-19). But they are confused and lost. They are still shocked at the cruel death of Jesus. They don\u2019t know what to do with themselves. 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