Parts of a sermon ... My Hamburger Helper Confession


This blog is a shrunken version of a sermon I gave at St. Paul Lutheran Church in the Spring of 2016.  Many continue to comment on it, so I thought I would do some editing and add it to this blog. Bon Appetit!  - Pastor Kelle



You know those times in life when life just comes into greater view?  It’s like you realize you are in this moment where the lens of life adjusts just so to where the focus of who you are and where you are is just so much more visible and real.



I had a moment such as this.  It was a, “everyone is going to everywhere type of night.”  In preparation for such a night, I took some hamburger out of the freezer and put it on the counter next to the box of Hamburger Helper that my eldest son Tristen was told was his dinner, once he made it.



Confession time!  My boys love Hamburger Helper.  Although it’s hard for me to admit publicly, I buy Hamburger Helper with coupons, sometimes double coupons because there always seems to be Hamburger Helper on sale with coupons – and I take the reviews my boys leave me on their favorite flavors, and I buy them in groups of two as it takes two boxes to feed the three boys.  They love their Hamburger Helper. 



I came home from my meeting that evening, I stood there by the counter watching Tristen make his meal, as he told me about his day.  As I’m listening, I find my eyes fixated on the Hamburger Helper as he moves the meat and the creamy saucy concoction around in the pan, and that is the moment that my life’s lens came into view. 



I thought to myself “This is probably not the meal that I intended when I bought this grass fed, organic hamburger meat from Whole Foods.”



Because that’s what I do.  At least that’s what I try to do.  I shop the Whole Foods coupon app on my phone and when protein goes on sale, I buy it.  A lot of it.  Four chickens at a time.  Eight pounds of hamburger meat packaged conveniently so we can just take it out of the freezer as we need it.  I spend my day off on Mondays finding the best deal I can on the things I think my family needs, and I buy it.  A lot of it.  So, it’s there and we have it and it’s ready. 



And as I buy it, I think of the recipes and the creative things that I can make with my on-sale protein.  And part of me feels fulfilled as a mother, that I’m buying my family what it needs at what we can afford to pay for it.  And that is what I’m supposed to do. 



Never in those day dreamy times at the butcher counter in Whole Foods did I get excited that ground hamburger was on sale so we can make Hamburger Helper with it. No! That has not been my intention ever.



And while it may not be my intention, it is my reality.  Do you see?  Am I alone here?  Please, tell me I’m not.



When we look at this metaphorically the whole “grass fed, organic, I promise the cows were smiling all the way to the butcher meat” is my life’s intention.  It represents how I intend and try to live my life.  For myself.  For my family.  For God’s creation.  In my effort to be authentic.  To walk my talk.  To literally practice what I preach.  This brown wrapping bought on sale represents who I want to be.



But the Hamburger Helper?  That’s my reality.  Monday night meetings.  Baseball until 7:45pm.  Homework.  The chaos of the little brother who’s never been able to find his shoes.  That’s my reality. 



In that pan, was the combination of my intention and my reality, and I watched as my fifteen-year-old stirred, mixed and adjusted the heat because somewhere along the way, he learned how to mix my very best intention with our reality in a way that fed him.



For sure, you can look at life and consider the reality of Hamburger Helper to be subpar to what we dreamed of while at Whole Foods, or the thing you pinned from Pinterest.  Or you can realize that sometimes reality has this way of giving us these unexpected, unplanned and unanticipated things that maybe are even better than what we could ever have possibly imagined them to be. 



And life is about how you let that result of your reality move you.  It’s what you do when things come into focus and you become aware.


Your life probably has a mix like this.  Maybe it’s not Whole Foods meat and Hamburger Helper.  It’s probably something else.  But inside of your life there is this dichotomy of your intentions and your reality that you spend some time battling with and trying to come to peace with. 



And the battle usually comes from some part of our lives that we cherish and want to get right.  What I’d like to remind you is of the love and grace that we are given along the way.  We are to love ourselves in the way that Christ loves us.  We are to see ourselves as chosen children of God, in the same way that Christ sees us.  Full of grace.  Only for who we are.  In our intentions, and in our realities.  And in those moments when the lens adjust and life becomes clear, we see the beauty when our intentions and reality not only mix, but feed the people we love. 



May God’s grace remind you that your intentions are beautiful, and so is the reality that they live in, with and even in spite of at times.