Ginger Rogers once attended a fashionable buffet dinner in Hollywood. She discovered the most delicious chili she had ever tasted. Her friend Harold Ross once attended a black-tie dinner in Hollywood. There he had a nearly-unbelievable experience. He finally found his place-name-card and sat. Among the chattering group he found an especially talkative lady. When he donned spectacles and read her name, it was none other than Emily Post, maven of all proper etiquette.
Instantly on guard, and on the spot, he glanced at her to determine his own behavior. A hard dinner roll posed a particular problem. Not daring to touch his until she modeled the correct procedure, he saw her break the roll in half, scattering crumbs over the butter saucer and on the tablecloth. A waiter removed the saucer, but what would Post do with the crumbs? Simple: she used her name card to shovel them into her cupped hand, then, without breaking her conversation, “popped them into her mouth….” Then rubbing her hands together, letting any loose crumbs fall away, she continued talking. Ross followed her procedure exactly. If Emily modeled it, he could emulate it. Ginger: My Story, 85
Which offers a point of integrity in the Gospels. The disciples had no idea what to do when hungry and walking in a wheat field. Because Jesus said they could, they harvested heads of grain, husked the dust and pods away, then popped the grain into their mouth.
The difference between Emily Post and Jesus: as a mortal, and despite her obsession with etiquette, she took the instinctive steps anyone else would to remove bread crumbs. As God’s Son, Jesus offered unbroken consistency in thought and behavior, whether walking through a grain field, feasting on a fast day, or healing on the Sabbath. Cut mortal experts slack. In the end, they’re just like the rest of us. Honor Jesus. In his end, as in his beginning, he’s the Father’s Only Son, and always lived the part.