Imperfect Pancakes

On Shrove Tuesday, I made pancakes. I say pancakes in the broadest sense of the term. The pictures above and below show that they became more pancake-like with each attempt. Now in my defence, I had only self-raising flour, but even so, I don’t think I’ll make chef-grade any time soon.

Still, despite their misshapen, uneven and occasionally burnt appearance, they contained all the same ingredients as everyone else’s better specimens. The taste was alright so long as one did not show too much interest in the way they looked.

There are people today who do not look ‘right’, who cannot move ‘right’, can speak ‘right’ and may not think ‘right’. Yet they are human beings, precious in God’s sight. They have intrinsic value, not because of what they can do, but because of who they are and in whose image they are made. God loves disabled people and calls us to do the same.