Jesus crabs and angel eggs! What in the world am I talking about? My mental gearshift shoved into reverse? No! But thanks for asking!
Often at a church ‘potluck’ supper one of our members would bring a large tray of the most artistic-looking deviled eggs. So pretty that they were almost too gorgeous to eat. Almost.
Soon I began calling them angel eggs for obvious reasons. Not going to give that old serpent any due. Not to that rotten, lowdown adversary and accuser. Yes, angel eggs! A far better name. Goes down much easier! Seconds anyone? Thirds?
Jesus crabs? We’re in a fish market outside Charleston, South Carolina, where I notice them listed on a blackboard, along with the other cooked seafood platters. Immediately catches my eye. What’s this falderol? Some newfangled blasphemy? Another nasty jab at my Lord Jesus? Have to ask the burly man behind the counter what gives with these Jesus Crabs. With an even more burly southern accent he says, ‘In this place, we give no room for the devil. No deviled crabs here. Only ones for Jesus sake!’ Yes! Jesus crabs!
As the Apostle Paul says–‘…whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus…’ (Col. 3:17). As small a thing as renaming something, as silly as it may seem, yet the Lord will give opportunity to share something of Him, which may bring a smile to the face of even the most bitter antagonist.
And if not, then we’ve done what He asks of us anyway. In Jesus’ name. For His sake. For His glory. Not to be cutesy but to cherish the Lord who makes all things new. Even those Jesus crabs and angel eggs!
Lord God, we lift up the name of Jesus, your Son and our Savior. Amen.