"Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun." My cool Aunt Traci taught me that song when I was somewhere in my pre-teen years. I'm sure she never thought I'd be singing it in my head while actually working at McDonald's. Neither did I. But it's a good thing she was there to fill my head with useless (at the time) knowledge, because its allowed for grand success at work. Today was my first day on the grill line, so I was part of the team that so carefully and sanitarily puts together our devoted customers food. Good thing sarcasm doesn't come across well in writing...
If there was a Big-Mac stacking component to the summer Olympics I'd for sure take the gold. When orders are slow there's not a lot to do so I've perfected the perfect placement of the patties, the precise combination of lettuce and onions, the exact alignment of bun on bun on bun. That wasn't a typo, for those of you who got scared by the movie Super-Size Me, the Big-Mac has a special middle bun that really gives it the edge over other burgers.
Big-Macs are my favorite thing to make for sure, but I hate when people ask for one without onions, or pickles, or with extra sauce, etc. It completely destroys the perfect original design. During my long streak of Big-Mac making today I thought about how each ingredient offers a different flavor to the sandwich. In the same way, each member of the body of Christ brings a different flavor, or gift, to the Kingdom. That knowledge is pretty common, it seems like every church does a sermon series on I Corinthians 12:12-31 about the necessity of different parts of the body. But I had an obvious revelation today. Not only does the body work best as a whole, instead of separate parts, but God is most well pleased then too. Just like I hate when people change the flavor of the sandwich that is so genius in its design, God must get frustrated when the members of His church don't all adequately use their abilities to serve Him as best they can. Some of us are onions and add a little heat, some of us are pickles for a little zest, and we all know those 'special' brothers or sisters in Christ that we can't make fit in our minds, but they might just be the special sauce that makes the burger what it is. It's not my decision where anyone else fits into God's plan, and it isn't theirs either. It's God's. When we try to take away the importance of other's roles, it's like subtracting from a Big-Mac. It ruins the quality. God can still use it, but His original design is always better than our own.
All that from a Big-Mac. Needless to say, the grill line isn't a very social place...
If there was a Big-Mac stacking component to the summer Olympics I'd for sure take the gold. When orders are slow there's not a lot to do so I've perfected the perfect placement of the patties, the precise combination of lettuce and onions, the exact alignment of bun on bun on bun. That wasn't a typo, for those of you who got scared by the movie Super-Size Me, the Big-Mac has a special middle bun that really gives it the edge over other burgers.
Big-Macs are my favorite thing to make for sure, but I hate when people ask for one without onions, or pickles, or with extra sauce, etc. It completely destroys the perfect original design. During my long streak of Big-Mac making today I thought about how each ingredient offers a different flavor to the sandwich. In the same way, each member of the body of Christ brings a different flavor, or gift, to the Kingdom. That knowledge is pretty common, it seems like every church does a sermon series on I Corinthians 12:12-31 about the necessity of different parts of the body. But I had an obvious revelation today. Not only does the body work best as a whole, instead of separate parts, but God is most well pleased then too. Just like I hate when people change the flavor of the sandwich that is so genius in its design, God must get frustrated when the members of His church don't all adequately use their abilities to serve Him as best they can. Some of us are onions and add a little heat, some of us are pickles for a little zest, and we all know those 'special' brothers or sisters in Christ that we can't make fit in our minds, but they might just be the special sauce that makes the burger what it is. It's not my decision where anyone else fits into God's plan, and it isn't theirs either. It's God's. When we try to take away the importance of other's roles, it's like subtracting from a Big-Mac. It ruins the quality. God can still use it, but His original design is always better than our own.
All that from a Big-Mac. Needless to say, the grill line isn't a very social place...
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