A spoon is just a spoon, unless all you have is a fork and a bowl of soup. Then, a spoon becomes more than just an eating utensil. It becomes a necessity. It dawned on me last night as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep, that Jesus is that spoon when all the world gives you is a fork. Jesus is not just a belief or religion or go-to-guy. He’s a necessity, as essential to life as oxygen and food. In fact, He is nourishment for my soul and the breath that makes my heart beat. He’s my spoon when no fork will do!