Choosing the One Thing Needful

We can well imagine that day in Bethany. The kitchen was bustling with activity. The sweet smell of baking bread wafted from the oven. Pungent Mediterranean food simmered in pots over a crackling fire. The roasting meat mingled with herbs rendered a most savory aroma. Martha was putting forth her best culinary effort, and it was all worth it. Jesus was visiting, and they must serve him the choicest they had. She was determined this would be a feast fit for a king. Yet something was amiss:...