The Day I Delivered the Moon Pies

One Sunday at church, an acquaintance asked my husband, “Do you think your wife would be interested in seeing Beth Moore speak at the Pentagon?”

WOULD I??!?!?

This gentleman arranged for me and two other ladies to hear Mrs. Beth speak at a lunchtime gathering at the Pentagon on the National Day of Prayer. I have to say: I felt some anxiety about showing up by myself, not knowing who would be there or who I would sit with, unsure of what to wear (and what not to wear), blah blah blah. The appeal of a chance to hear Beth Moore speak in person, however, outweighed my cowardice at a new social situation.

When I was thinking through the opportunity, I thought two things, in this order:

  1. Wow, God, You must really have something big and important to say to me for You to arrange for Beth Moore to say it to me in person.
  2. I could take her some Moon Pies!

Why Moon Pies? you ask. To fully understand the Moon Pie importance, you have to read Mrs. Beth’s blog post (https://blog.lproof.org/2009/04/taste-buds-of-ten-year-old_24.html). Go ahead. Stop reading this post and go read that one. Then come back and you’ll understand about the Moon Pies.

Between the initial invitation to this shindig and the day it occurred, God calmed all my social anxiety fears. The two other ladies that were invited to the Pentagon weren’t strangers to me. They were two women that I really enjoyed but seldom had the opportunity to pal around with. I went shopping for new clothes and found a spiffy outfit. As The Day approached, I had one task left: purchase the Moon Pies.

It just so happened that Moon Pies were on sale at Cracker Barrel. But they were out of chocolate. I bought vanilla- and banana-flavored Moon Pies and daydreamed about presenting them to Mrs. Beth. I had it all pictured in my head: where I would be sitting, how I would approach her, what I would say to her. It occurred to me that the whole experience was becoming less about hearing from Jesus and more about Moon Pies. Yet the more I thought about it, the more I believed that this crazy idea wasn’t mine at all.

I was so excited about seeing Mrs. Beth in person, I couldn’t sleep the night before. I was like a little girl on Christmas Eve, trying to be good and stay in my bed and go to sleep—all the while knowing that my most-favorite-thing-in-all-the-world-that-I-just-had-to-have-and-couldn’t-live-without was wrapped in shiny paper, sitting under the Christmas tree in the living room. Yes, I was excited about seeing and hearing Beth Moore in person. Yes, I prayed that God would give to me through her a word specific to my current situations. However, I was just as excited about the Moon Pies waiting for her in the Cracker Barrel bag on my dining room table.

I prayed that God would provide the perfect opportunity to deliver those Moon Pies safely. I mean, could I even make it through Pentagon security? Have you seen a box of Moon Pies? It isn’t exactly small. And I had purchased two boxes. They weren’t going to fit in my purse.

It turned out that my acquaintance escort to the Pentagon didn’t have to go through security. He worked there. He held the Cracker Barrel bag (containing the Moon Pies) and waited by the door while the nice police officers x-rayed our purses and helped us pass through the metal detectors. We made it to the auditorium and sat close to the front. We chatted while we waited for everything to start. I had to sit very still because the Cracker Barrel bag between my feet crinkled loudly at the slightest nudge.

But we’d made it! I was in the Pentagon with Moon Pies to give to Beth Moore!

The service began several minutes late because Beth Moore’s group was caught in DC traffic. When she came in, she seemed sober and composed. No brilliant smile. I thought, “Wow, Lord. You knew she’d be late and feel (I assumed) flustered. What a great day for a Moon Pie!”

Beth Moore is an amazing teacher of God’s Word. With just as many men as women in the room, she spoke it, y’all. She rightly divided the word of truth for us, making us laugh and cry in the same thirty minutes. God spoke–and not just to me. Mrs. Beth spoke from 2 Timothy where the apostle Paul says,

“I have fought the good [in the Greek, literally “beautiful”] fight.”
There is a good fight. There are some things worth fighting for. My child is worth fighting for. My marriage is worth fighting for. We are in a battle, and our enemy is fierce.
Take courage, Candi. Stand your ground.

“I have finished the race.”
When Gabriel, a little boy with a severe form of epilepsy, ran a race in the Special Olympics, he was the last runner to cross the finish line. But he won the gold medal. When his parents asked the officials why, the answer came: “He stayed in his own lane. That’s all we asked him to do.”
Candi, stay in your lane and run with confidence the race that’s been marked out for you.

“I have kept the faith.”
Our faith is the only shield we have. If we put it down, we are decimated by the evil one’s fiery darts. No one and nothing is worth my laying down my faith. When the little boy Gabriel tries to write his name, he can only write three letters: G-A-B. And he writes it everywhere. If there’s a surface available, he writes his name his way. He gets the G just fine. He leaves the stick off the lower-cased A. And he inverts the lower-cased B. And for some unknown reason, he puts a distinct and very large period at the end of those letters. In Gabriel, God has given those parents a child they can’t “fix.” It seems like a tragedy–an unfairness on God’s part. (“Lord, why did You do that? Why did You give me this child? I’m so tired. I can’t do this. Why, God?”) Don’t you know it’s divine planning when now, everywhere Gabriel’s parents look in their home, they see “G-o-d. Period.”
Candi, God has appointed YOU to love and homeschool your daughter. She doesn’t need fixing, and neither do you. His grace is enough. HE is enough. He provides everything you need for life and godliness.

Mrs. Beth spoke a sentence straight from heaven to my heart:
“May we lay down our arrogance without letting go of our confidence.”
It was just a transition sentence from one point to the next. But it reverberated to my core. I’ve let go of my confidence. I need to take hold of it–of Jesus in me–again. That’s where I’ll find courage to fight the beautiful fight while running my race in my lane.

I kept waiting and watching for the right opportunity to approach Mrs. Beth. She was seated three rows in front of me on the opposite aisle. So very close. I knew at the close of the service, she would be surrounded by people wanting her attention.

But I still had the Moon Pies. They were in the bag at my feet.

The Deputy Pentagon Chaplain finished up the benediction with “In the name of” Jesus, I assume, because I didn’t really hear the end. I heard those first four words and I stepped out into the aisle. I was the first person standing beside Mrs. Beth when the chaplain said “Amen” and everyone opened their eyes.

The Chief of Chaplains of the Army presented Mrs. Beth with a commemorative coin–it looked really special–and she graciously accepted it and said something like, “I want you to know these gifts will be displayed because they are treasured and important.” Her humility was palpable.

Then she turned to me and I said, “I brought gifts, too. They’re Moon Pies.”

Mrs. Beth’s eyes lit up.

I said, “They didn’t have chocolate, but I brought vanilla and banana.”

She said, “Vanilla? We can’t get vanilla.” Then she hollered over her shoulder at Keith, her husband, “Baby, she brought us Moon Pies!”

I wish you could have seen Keith’s face. “You brought us Moon Pies?” He said it like I’d just brought them a most precious gift. “Can I hug your neck?” And he did.

Y’all, I promise you: I already believed that my God is a personal God. I’ve wrestled with His providence. I’ve banked on His provision. I’ve struggled with His sovereignty. But that day at the Pentagon, I was privileged to be a messenger of God’s playfulness, dare I say whimsy.

If you know me, you know that I don’t really know how to just play for fun’s sake, which is extremely inconvenient living with the husband and child that I have. They’re all about the party and the fun. I tend to view myself as the party-pooper and the fun police.

But not anymore. Not since that day. I heard, I believed, I obeyed, and I delivered the Moon Pies.

And I was the one who was blessed.

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1 Response to The Day I Delivered the Moon Pies

  1. Sherri says:

    I just want to say I have the most wonderfully talented niece, Candi. I was 12 when her mom, my sister married he dad so I got to be the babysitter we had a lot of fun learning things and playing. I’m so proud to see the wonderful woman she has grown to be, she is such an inspiration to me. LOVE YA LOTS Aunt Sherri

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