Thoughts Amid the Kunde

I’m sitting here picking through my beloved kunde. Three days ago, I bought this bunch, thinking that I would eat it right away, but I became sick and so for three days, I didn’t have the strength to sort through the kunde, pluck off the stems, and cook it. Today, I began to feel better, so I decided that I would cook it tonight. Unfortunately, when I opened my fridge, I discovered that much of this once supple vegetable is now limp and shriveled. Now, I’m hopelessly sorting through the bunch, trying desperately to find the leaves that are still edible. Although this sorting is not without a lot of grumbling, cursing myself for not finding the strength to cook it sooner. Maybe I’m spending too much time by myself and I’m becoming a little nutty, but while picking through the pathetic leaves, I realized that this kunde is kind of symbolic of the world. (Yeah, okay, I know that I probably sound a little off my rocker, but hear me out on this one). Just like when I opened my fridge drawer and found my rotting kunde, so too do we find ourselves looking at the world and discovering so many problems: so many in despair, so much corruption. I often find myself thinking that the world is completely messed up and there’s no chance of fixing it. God might as well send the rains and start fresh. Fortunately for us, God loves us so much (just slightly more than I love my kunde), and amongst all of the evil in the world, He sees that there are some good ‘leaves’ left that can still be made into a fine cuisine. We as God’s people have to learn to see the good among the bad. I know it can be hard—believe me, it’s something I struggle with every day. However, unless we choose to see the good, we’ll never get to taste the flavors the world has to offer. So, don’t let the despair of this world get you down; know that there is goodness in the midst of it all. So, I leave you to pick through my kunde, so I can have a bountiful meal of what’s left.