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Memorial Day Recipe

Jan just phoned. Our Home Group from church gathered on Monday evening for a culinary feast: salmon, ribs, barbecue chicken, creamy potatoes, green salad, and to-die-for desserts. The evening weather sponsored a perfect opportunity to sit outdoors and say adieu for the summer. I contributed a corn soufflé for the buffet, and Jan requested the recipe. Perhaps you would like to have it for the upcoming holiday weekend.

Memorial Day Corn Soufflé

Ingredients:

1 package Jiffy cornbread mix

1 can whole kernel corn (undrained)

1 can cream-style corn (undrained)

1 egg

1 stick melted butter

1 cup sour cream

Instructions: Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Remove lumps from dry mix. Beat egg. Pour melted butter and egg into sour cream and stir. Separately, add cornbread mix to the cans of corn and stir. Combine all ingredients. Bake 350 degrees in 8x8 greased pan for 30-40 minutes. (I find more time is required.) Check to see if center is firm, but not hard. Cover with foil if cooking time needs to be extended. Cracks might appear; center should not jiggle. Serve with certainty there will be no leftovers!

Helpful Hint: If you like this recipe, and want to use it again, Memorial Day Corn Soufflé easily becomes Labor Day Corn Soufflé, Thanksgiving Day Corn Soufflé, even Christmas Day Corn Soufflé.

Living with Eternal Intentionality: Will you please pray for me when you use this culinary creation?    

Idols, Are You Serious?

The look of surprise on the faces of the audience let me know I just hit a raw nerve. The topic? IDOLS. Perhaps, you share their shock. But please stay with me here. 

Myths surrounding idols

Idols are antiques

Idols went the way of the dinosaur

Idols vanished with ancient civilizations

Idols - like Aaron’s problem in the Sinai Desert - blew away with the sands of time

Idols were for Paul to talk about in Athens, but not for modern society

Idols are a taboo topic

Idols present no problem for today’s Christ follower

Verdict: these myths are incorrect.

Description of an idol

An idol is anything that consumes us, and takes God's place. No other person, place, thing (or thought) should usurp God’s Rightful Premier Place in my heart and life. Herein lies the scary part; an idol can be so subtle. My conclusion:

A good-thing becomes a bad-thing when a good-thing becomes a god-thing.

      Inventory of potential 21st century idols

A: Person, Project, Pastime, Plan, Pet, Possession, Profession, Position, Worry, Bank Account, Sports Team, Child, Celebrity, Career, Disappointment, Hobby, Habit, Job, To-do List, Ministry  

An: Automobile, Obsession, Enemy

Further possibilities: Exercise, Iphone, Time, Facebook, Media, Leisure, Self-focus         

When I sense a good-thing becoming a bad-thing by becoming a god-thing, a quick response is needed.

A Timeless Truth You shall have no other gods before Me. (Exodus 20:3)                                         A A Current Reality Those who cling to worthless idols forfeit the grace that could be theirs. (Jonah 2:8)     Seeking a quiet place alone with God, I open my heart to Him. I pray; I confess; I release. Then, I rejoice and turn my mind toward praise and worship of the Only One Who deserves to be worshipped. I move forward in blessed assurance of blessed forgiveness, and I move forward in the power and protection of the Holy Spirit.

Living with eternal intentionality: What idol would you add to this 21st century list?    

A Tribute to My Mother

 

In honor of Mother’s Day, I reiterate the words written over a decade ago to the one I am privileged to call 'Mama.'

Today I have the joy of celebrating my 50th birthday. My heart is overwhelmed with praise and thanksgiving to God for the rich and wonderful life He has given me. Topping my list of blessings is the treasure of being your daughter. Thank you for giving me life. Thank you for tirelessly meeting my needs, joyfully putting my desires before your own, and willingly giving of yourself on my behalf. Today, wherever I go and whatever I do, I am better prepared because you invested your life in equipping me to live mine.

You taught me my life was to be lived for God, and people were to be loved and served. One of my sweetest recollections growing up is your effort to teach me the 23rd Psalm for reciting in my kindergarten program. I am absolutely sure that my heart’s yearning for the Word of God goes back to that beginning. And, you taught me to sing, “Jesus Loves Me.” Every day I experience unspeakable joy in the reality of those precious, life-changing words learned so long ago.

In turning the pages of memories in my mind, I can only smile. Somehow you managed to communicate the delight and dignity of being a lady, while simultaneously giving me the freedom to be a tomboy. Skills of good grooming were taught and enforced, but getting dirty was applauded. Evening gowns and cowboy boots sharing closet space made total sense to you. The smell of gardenias, the joy of coffee with a friend, the treasure of Southern recipes, and the deep love of family I learned to appreciate from you. I am so grateful.

Thank you for the high priority you have placed on communication. You demonstrated there is simply no substitute for time spent together. All those hours logged in the car driving from our country home into town provided the perfect opportunity for meaningful conversation. Equally as valuable, I cannot recall a single event involving my participation where you did not attend. How amazing!

Whenever I have needed assistance or advice, you have been my ready confidant. You have never, and I truly mean never, been too busy for me. Distance has only served to enhance the warmth and assurance of your love and involvement in my life.

Mama, I learned from you that there is not higher calling in life that to be a wife and mother. In you, I found the perfect model. You are so incredibly unselfish. Always, you have been willing to cheerfully sacrifice for the good of our family. And, I might add, you have “written the book” on how to be the ideal grandmother. Oh that I might live to experience the awesome privilege of hearing my grandchildren say the things of me that your grandchildren say about you!

Somehow, in some incredible way, you have always made me feel loved, accepted, and valued. Security and significance have been established at the core of my being because you have made me feel so loved. What a privilege I possess in calling you my best friend.

So, this tribute is for you. It is my birthday, but it is to you I say thank you. Proverbs 31:28 states, “Her children arise and call her blessed.” May this be a day of celebration for you. You are deeply loved and eternally appreciated. To God be all the praise and glory.

I love you so very much,

Debby

September 17, 2000

Living with eternal intentionality: What is an attribute you value from your Mother, even though, perhaps, she is no longer living?