So long I feared thorns
. . . The Strength of Tenderness
Like the peppermint stick
Has elements which startle the senses.
When all in my midst is flat,
Is flavorless . . .
Life holds all it did before,
Yet there is also something new.
Something at once pungent and sweet
Has reached my senses.
I inhale its fragrance,
I taste its sweetness,
I hunger for more
Knowing more is there for me,
And perhaps has been all along
Yet I somehow failed to notice
By Martha L Shaw – Copyright 11-15-2012
So, I was reading a book on this rainy Sunday. It’s called “Why” by Anne Graham Lotz and it got me thinking . . . so I didn’t finish reading it as my mind drifted. I was thinking about Mary and Martha of Bethany. The book references them quite often. They were Jesus’ friends.
I bet on days like this, and after a lot of traveling on dusty roads doing His ministry, Jesus stopped by His friends’ home and rested. He was human and surely earned His rest breaks, don’t you think? Maybe the thought never popped into your mind. I don’t often think of His needing a sit down, perhaps giggling with His friends, for sure wanting to take off those shoes and cool off His hot, sandy, tired feet.
I wonder what Mary and Martha did when there was a knock at the door and the Lord was standing there? They were His friends, but do you ever completely get used to your Lord coming to call? Think about it. I mean, I adore my rector at church Fr Rick. He is wonderful. Ask anyone. If they’ve got sense, they’ll agree. because I’m right, you know. Know what though? For as much as I love the man, call him friend, call him brother . . . there is that part of me that still says “wow, he’s my priest!” That being said, what was running through the minds of Mary and Martha when a sudden storm drew Jesus to their door, to their sofa, to the guestroom?
I imagine one of the ladies, probably Martha, ran to the kitchen to bake a batch of biscuits. There is something about freshly baked bread, in whatever form you choose. Breaking bread together spiritually or otherwise is such a blessing. The whole house smells wonderful, you know someone is going to snag a piece when the loaf or biscuits are warm and fresh out of the oven and not ready to be cut yet.
I know, I just spent a few minutes on this stormy rainy afternoon making cheesy cheddar biscuits. As soon as they were off the baking sheet, I ate one all hot and gooey. Burnt my fingers on the baking sheet, but that is okay. Yum. It was worth it. So, the rest are cooling slightly as I type this and soon I’ll be sitting with a cup of tea and a freshly baked biscuit. If you were here, so would you be. I have some fruit and you know fruit and cheese go nicely together, so I’d probably put a plate of fruit on the table too.
There is just something that warms the soul in a special way – and its present form here at my house is biscuits. It took about 10 minutes to get the “stuff” out and mixed and another 10 to bake and for my “trouble” I have a warm cozy house, a warm cozy heart and soul, and a simple treat that feeds the body too. I bet, if Jesus came to the door, He’d have had one too. Comforting, comfortable . . . that’s what our personal relationship with Him is about. We can go to Him anytime with anything . . . and if He still walked in human form, I bet it might be over a cup of tea and a biscuit. Want to make some?
Easy Cheddar Biscuits:
Mix 2/3 cup of milk, 2 cups of Bisquick Original mix, and 1/2 cup of shredded cheddar cheese together to form a somewhat sticky dough. Preheat your oven to 450 and melt 2 tablespoons of butter to use to brush on top of them.
Drop them onto your ungreased baking sheet – about 10 depending on how big. Don’t over handle the dough – you want them light. Before putting them into the oven, brush them with melted butter. Remove them in 8 or 10 minutes, when they’re golden/lightly browned. Yum. Don’t expect leftovers.