I saw the Coca Cola Kitchen in my mind’s eye the day we made the deal to buy our house. The carpeted dining room and large table would be replaced with shiny dark wooden floors and Coca Cola booths. The ugly brown paneled walls (sorry, you can’t see them in the picture) would be painted white on top, black on bottom, and the kitchen floor black and white checkered tile. The fact is, I always wanted a red kitchen.
Ten years later, January 2015, my sister found coca cola benches at an online auction. I was glad she persuaded me to buy the benches, two tables, four chairs, and a couple signs for less than $200. What do you think?
You know who’s impressed the most with our Coca Cola kitchen? The pizza delivery guys! (No offense against the gals, but we always get guys delivering pizza here). We’ve ordered pizza delivery a few times since January, and each time one of the delivery guys steps into the kitchen, his jaw drops. (I guess you could call our kitchen a conversation piece). This week was no exception. Earlier this week the 20-something pizza delivery guy came inside the kitchen with his boxes.
“Whoa! This is COOL! RETRO!”
I smiled. “Yeah, it was my dream kitchen since we moved here ten years ago. We just got it set up in January.”
He looked at the portraits of our seven children on the wall. (I made all of them dress up in red, black, and white for the photos so they’d match my kitchen! Haha!) He noticed our Burmese daughters and was curious. I told them their story–they left Burma because the military government persecuted all Christians and attacked Christian villages.
Justin and I talked for 15 minutes. The conversation went like this.
“I used to be an atheist. Not anymore. Now I believe in God.”
“Yeah, but I believe in a lot of things. I believe about Jesus but I also talk to Raphael and other angels. I see demons sometimes.”
I nodded and let him talk. Justin sounded just like all the other kids his age who’ve talked to me. He said he wants the truth and he won’t stop and believe something just because someone wants him to do that. He has to know the truth.
I smiled. “If you really are pursuing the truth, you will find it. Jesus said, “You will know the truth and the truth will set you free.”
I shared the gospel throughout our conversation and told Justin that I believe the Bible, front to back, and that is my source of truth. Now he nodded, like he’d heard that before. So I added, “You know, the Bible has been proven to be true and factual.” That impressed him a little.
Later in the conversation I asked Justin if he wanted to give His life to Jesus as his Savior–he could do it now. He hesitated, in thought. He needed time to think about it.
I could only throw the lifeline, I couldn’t make him grab it. His choice. Hopefully, another “lifeboat” will come his way during his life and Justin will grab it and be saved. I hope so. I pray so.
The cross. May everything in my life point to it. Earlier this month I got to thinking about sinners in a lost sea. The truth is, people are going to hell. We have the lifeline. We have the cross . . .
Dark and roiling
Judgment against sin.
I would be consumed without
The lifeboat that I’m in.
Lift the cross up at the helm!
Holy Spirit wind,
Set the sail
While sinners wail
And float me straight to Him.
I THROW it to the right,
Catching souls from broiling fire
‘Til faith becomes our sight!
“Get into this boat before
Your life on earth is through,
And judgment fires begin and then
There’s nothing you can do.
Look and LIVE my friend!
Get into my lifeboat now,
Before your earth days end.”
God in heaven, please draw our loved ones’ attention to the cross this Easter weekend. Let each one remember the last time you talked to them about their souls. We pray for each one right now, and we agree with Charles Spurgeon who wrote:
“Oh, my brothers and sisters in Christ, if sinners will be damned, at least let them leap to hell over our bodies; and if they will perish, let them perish with our arms about their knees, imploring them to stay, and not madly to destroy themselves. If hell must be filled, at least let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go there unwarned
and unprayed for.”
Amen, and Amen.