“It’s my kitchen island! I’ve always wanted one! It’s mine. Mine!
“The new kitchen goes nearly the whole length of the house. There was this little deck, you see, and it was always hot because the sun shone straight on it. So we filled it in and made this huge kitchen. With room for my island.
“It’s my kitchen island! I’ve always wanted one. It cost a lot, that kitchen island.
“My mother-in-law wanted to make gnocchi on it. Gnocchi! Can you believe that? You know, the potato has to be really hot. Then you make those little things, then they dry and you have to scrape them off the counter. Scrape them!!! Off my counter! I don’t think so. I’m not letting anyone make gnocchi on my island counter.
“It’s my island counter. I’m not making biscuits on there! It cost a lot, my island counter.”
“It’s laminate. But really good laminate, y’know? Like if you saw it, it’s really good laminate.
“It’s my island counter. Mine, I tell you! I’ve always wanted one! It’s mine.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was standing near a group of school mums, waiting for my kids to come out of school, when I overheard this one-sided conversation.
Have we become so small that our hearts can be won by a kitchen island counter? With souls made for the worship of the infinite God, will we give them instead to the worship of a secure nest-egg, a plasma television, a or a nice house in a good suburb? Have we become so small, so nearly nothing?
How much better to give up the small joys of this world for an infinite and everlasting joy, and to spend eternity endlessly satisfied by the only One who can fulfil every desire of every corner of our hearts. With Jesus, who fills us with “joy in his presence, with eternal pleasures at his right hand” (Ps. 16:11).