Hi, all! 

Just a thought.

If your grandparents were anything like mine, then you will understand when I say that some of my fondest memories of my grandparents revolve around food. My mother’s mother, in particular, was a wonderful cook. We have very few of her actual recipes, though, because she cooked with a little of this and a little of that. She mixed by the feel of the ingredients, measuring with her eyes. She cooked by the smell and the look of the product. I finally, after about 25 years of trial and error, figured out how to make her biscuits and cornbread, two things that I remember with great fondness.

I asked the butcher at my local grocery store to order some “cracklins” for me. He was kind enough to start stocking them, and, as often as possible, I now make cracklin bread like what you see here. That’s one of the last things I remember asking my grandmother to make for me. Hot out of the oven, heavily buttered. My mouth waters just thinking about it.

The smells and tastes that come from a loving kitchen environment bring back delicious memories for me. The foods we continue to make help to keep those long-ago family connections alive.

This past Sunday, part of our church worship service was the ordinance of the Lord’s Supper, or communion. The simple little crackers and grape juice that we use to represent Christ’s body, broken for us, and His blood, given for us, are meant to be taken, as He said to His disciples, “In Remembrance of Me.”

As we eat and drink those simple elements, we are to be reminded of the greatest love of all, the unmatched sacrifice that Jesus Himself made on our behalf. And participation in this worshipful act should take us back to that moment when we first realized His great love for us.

As Easter fast approaches, there will be many treats to be eaten along the way. Most will have no significance whatsoever. But as you taste the Word this week, as you mix it over in your study and your thoughts, as you smell the aroma of God’s goodness, and as you savor His grace and mercy, may you be ever reminded of the joy of His presence. Your cup runneth over.  He’s preparing a place for you at His table. Ah, it just makes my mouth water thinking about it!

Just a thought. 

’Til later.

Brad Campbell can be reached at mastah.pastah@yahoo.com.