Humility & Glory

For Valentine's last night, Lina and I went to Josephine's Restaurant in Marietta for dinner. Quite lovely.

As the website notes, "Josephine’s Restaurant, set in a 1792 log home in historic Marietta, offers fine international cuisine in a comfortable atmosphere. Exposed beams, fireplaces and classic design are joined by arrangements of fresh fruit and flowers in making guests feel at home. The menu is eclectic, changing with the seasons and designed by chef/owner, Daniel LeBoon, whose creativity and innovation are as important ingredients as the fresh foods he chooses. Also a Certified Sommelier, his wine list reflects the best up-and-coming vineyards of the world."

Needless to say Lina, eats at more fine dining restaurants than I do on a monthly basis as part of her travels for Hershey. Me? I don't even eat the school lunches where I work. Even by Lina's exacting standards, this place is exquisite. New York City or Philadelphia level quality, yet only 15 minutes from home.

By my standards, I'm in the courts of Louis the 16th in France. You know, the corpulent king who married Marie Antoinette, whose opulent ways in inspired the French Revolution. I'm definitely the more proletarian in our tastes, yet Lina is very economical, finding a $ 50 off certificate for our dinner. And lest one romanticize the life in corporate America, it does have its costs (like my wife being gone close to 50% of time from home).

One very interesting characteristic about Josephine's, besides its truly pedestrian beer selection (heck, I have seen better beer selections at a Biker Bar) is that it looks fairly prosaic from the outside. In fact, it is so nondescript that Lina and I walked up to a much fancier looking structure and even pulled the door to get in, only to finally realize we were at the wrong address and house. EEEK. Perhaps we should have paid more attention to the sign on the sidewalk outside of Josephine's.

The Gospel is a lot like Josephine's. On the outside, it looks like a log cabin where Abe Lincoln could have been reared. Once inside, the riches are discovered. God masks glory in humility. It His way.

Philippians 2:8

And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient to death--even death on a cross!

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