a Christian story by David Douglas
Inside a diner, a boy and his father tell their orders to the waitress. The young boy orders scrambled eggs with his pancakes and bacon, while his father orders eggs over easy. As the waitress turns away from the table, the boy says, "Wait! I want my yolks over easy too." After the waitress scribbles the correction on her pad, the father asks why the son changed his order. "Because," the son says, "this morning in Sunday school, the teacher told us we should go to Jesus with our troubles. She said that His yolk is light and easy." The boy's father laughs and contemplates how to explain the difference between the yolk of an egg and the yoke of an ox. Suddenly, he has a better idea. He calls over the waitress and changes his own order to scrambled eggs. "Why'd you do that?" the son asks.
"Do you know how eggs work?" the father asks. "If left to hatch, the baby chick begins forming inside the yolk. So, in a way, the yolk is the soul of an egg. And you know how most eggs are cooked — whether poached, boiled, or fried — they're white on the outside with a yellow yolk in the middle?" The wide-eyed boy nods. "And if you wanted to," the father continues, "you could separate the yolk from the whites — the soul from the body. But scrambled eggs are different, aren't they? They're entirely yellow. Their soul is inseparable from their body."
As the boy begins to raise a question, the waitress brings their food. "Now look," the father says, picking up his fork. "I can cut these scrambled eggs in any spot, but the yellow never separates from the white. But look at yours." The father reaches over and gently sticks a prong of his fork into the fried egg, causing yellow yolk to surface. "See how easy I did that?"
"That means it's good, right?" the boy asks.
"As a fried egg, yes, but as a metaphor, no. Its body is weak. With only a little pressure, the body broke and the soul escaped. This happens with people too. When pressure is applied to our weak bodies, sometimes our soul pays the price."
"I don't think I understand," the boy says.
"Everyday our bodies are pressured to sin. Those pressures are different for everyone. Some people have problems with lying, others with coveting, and the list goes on. But regardless of which sin, we are all pressured. Thankfully, though, God has given us a way to withstand the pressure. And that is to be transformed, like the scrambled egg. As I showed you, its soul and body are inseparable. I could devour half of it — as the devil tries to do with all of us — but the half that remains still has a strong soul and body."
"But how can do we scramble our souls with our bodies?" the boy asks.
"By turning to God and obeying Him. He commands us to be baptized. And baptism is our means of transformation. We are to bury our old lives and rise anew, fully committing our body and soul to doing God's will. Afterwards, that's when you may take your troubles, burdens, pressures, and sins to Jesus, and He will give you rest. His love for us is enormous, but it's not heavy, is it? Like, I love you so much, but you don't feel it on your shoulders. You're not carrying around a hundred pound sack of love."
"But I am!" The boy pretends to move a heavy sack off his shoulders onto the seat beside him.
The father smiles. "Eat your eggs."
"Dad? Can I trade you for the scrambled ones?"