VESSEL

At home, I balanced two steaming plates of jollof spaghetti crowned with boiled eggs. Doing a playful jig, I announced, “Chef Ada at your service!” Chinaza squealed. I set her plate down and mine beside it. She eagerly gripped her fork.  “Not so fast,” I chided. “Pray first.” She quickly folded her hands. “Lord Jesus, thank You for today’s sermon and this amazing food my big sis made. Thank You for being our provider. Please also provide for the orphans and everyone who doesn’t have hope of a meal. And Lord, bless my sis with a restaurant so she can make even bigger, more delicious meals. In Jesus’ matchless name, Amen.”  I burst into laughter, cleaning up the sink as she dug in, her innocence lighting the room like sunshine.         ------------------------------------------------------------------- Later, in the lab, Funke frowned and nudged me. “Okay, Judas Iscariot,” she teased. Then sighed. “I hate my life.” “Hey! Watch your language. Take it back.” Sh...