
5 Ways to Make Bible Study Less Intimidating for New Believers
August 20, 2026
I was so out of place.
It was our 10th anniversary, and my wife and I decided to have a weekend getaway at this luxurious bed and breakfast in the hills of Tennessee. If youâre thinking, âhow luxurious could that be,â you need to know that growing up, my idea of a fancy restaurant was going to Long John Silverâs instead of McDonald's.
You can imagine my confusion when I sat down at a table with what felt like 37 forks and 19 spoons, all meticulously arranged in a way that screamed, "Don't screw this up!"
It was weird because nobody took my order. But that didnât stop them from bringing out food. First, a beautiful loaf of bread. Then something which I think was supposed to be an appetizer. Then soup. Then salad. I was starting to get a little full, but if Iâm honest, this all amounted to rabbit food. I was hoping for a juicy steak or something.
Much to my disappointment, they brought out this tiny little scoop of ice cream in a little dish. I guess this insultingly tiny bit of ice cream is what they are calling dessert. How could you get full on this?
Thatâs when my wife informed me that this was likely some kind of palette cleanser. I had no idea what this was. How am I supposed to eat it? And which soldier in this army of spoons do I enlist for this battle?
Now, before I tell you this part, I need to set the scene for you. A fancy restaurant means that people are talking in hushed tones. There isnât a game on a television in the background. Everyone in there is dressed to the nines. My wife and I had just come in from playing a riveting game of croquet. We were dressed to the threes⊠if Iâm generous.
Already out of place.
And Iâm staring at this tiny swallow of ice cream and not sure how Iâm supposed to go about it. Thatâs when I fumbled one of the spoons. Weâre not talking about dropping on the floor with a polite little clink on the floor. No, Iâd sent that thing airborne. By the time it came to rest, it had rattled against every piece of silverware, porcelain, and glass within armâs reach. My wife is laughing hysterically, and every face in the dining room turned toward us.
I was so out of place.
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