As God is the only lover of mankind, we are created to be lovers of God. In the end that is the only true knowledge. --Michael Bauman in a response to a blogpost if fatherstephen.wordpress.com
My Mother's Fruit Cake Recipes, in my Sister's Hand...
On the Left is the White FruitCake, on the Right is the Dark,
the reverse side of each card is below it.
Spirituality — the life of the Spirit
Perhaps it is Wittgenstein that is steadily pushing me, I do not know. But I found this line: "Spirituality — the life of the Spirit..." on a blog that is considered one of the best "spiritual" blogs on the web. But I am compelled to call attention to something-- the word "spiritual" is only used once or twice in the canonical scriptures, and usually on something in opposition to the Gospel. It is often the translation of "life in the [Holy] Spirit," that is, life in a person, life in God.
And to think of the life of God in us or the life of the Spirit in us, still puts us as the center, and God drawn or poured into us rather than we in Christ and Christ in God.
I can hear someone saying it is "both/and," but that is a cop out. I am not the center of anything, not even my "me;" God himself is his own center and the life that we all share is none other than life that comes from Christ in God.
I really want to drop the word "spiritual" and "spirituality" from my vocabulary.
She Taught Mama to Cook
She was just a child herself and she taught my mother Alice Wingfield Whitley Watson to cook. My grandfather, George Franklin Whitley was a banker in Suffolk, Virginia, and his bride Dolly Ann Bell, was a recent widow. Her job in the family was to be wife, mother and to be beautiful. She had someone to keep the house, cook and to clean. She did not have to lift a finger.
And so when my mother was old enough to want to cook, it was this young woman who cooked for my grandparents who was to teach her. I have my my mother;s first cook book, The Rumford Cookbook, and many of her recipes are hand-written in it. Mama later became a caterer, manager of the Dining Room at the Hotel Eliott, and later manager of the Shrine Club in Suffolk while continuing to cater weddings and other parties from home. My sister was a helper at most of these events. James Thomas, Thomas James, and others worked for her for years; some went on to have their own catering businesses. May they all Rest in Peace and be served as guests at the Supper of the Lamb.
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