The Pomegranate Story

I recently talked with my son about pomegranates. It was a more than “I remember when” story: seeding the pomegranates from the whitish-yellow membrane. If the thin membrane remains, there is a bitter taste due to the tannic acid in the membrane. Family members in the past helped in this process. The pomegranate jelly is translucent, beautiful, as well as tasteful.

That prompted my son to buy twenty large pomegranates.  It made two batches of jelly: Thanksgiving and Christmas gifts done for family and friends who mean a lot to me. It is a labor of love from beginning of the process to the end.

“I’m done,” but then I thought that it would be nice to take some of those juicy

seeds to Bible study with small paper cup, plastic spoon and napkins. There is a convenient store a major block away. I don’t drive. I prayed about this desire. The chances of pomegranates being in such a store are slim, but somehow I thought it quite possible. After all, one year they had an abundance of kiwi and another time local grown oranges by the door in large quantity. Could not I trust Him to provide?

There they were. The pomegranates were in a huge cardboard box by the door. The price was right (two for one dollar). They were smaller than the ones son bought for me. But I made one more batch of jelly and took some prepared for easy eating for Bible study gals. I did not really need the last batch of pomegranates but was praising God in that answer to prayer. If I can trust Him in the little things of life, surely He is able to answer our heart’s desire on the big ones too.

“Call to me and I will answer you, and show you great and hidden things that you have not known.” Jeremiah 33:3 ESV