CHRIST
IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith from a Place of Winter for the Years of Winter…
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Easter is fast
approaching, so it is the time to focus on…. [drum roll] resurrection? NO. It’s
time to focus on the Easter dinner. And for many people, that means ham…
…which reminds me of the
woman who always cut the ends off the ham before she put it in the oven. One
Easter, her daughter asked her why she did that.
“Well, Mother always did
that. I’ll ask her.”
So she called up Grandma
and asked her why she cut the ends off the ham before baking.
“I had to,” replied
Grandma. “My pan was too small.”
As I think about
traditions in general, especially those by which we exclude certain people, I
am reminded that a lot of them got started just because our pans were too
small.
In these days of
pre-slicing and microwaves and convection ovens and electric can openers, those
traditions just don’t make sense anymore.
It’s big pan time.
John
Robert McFarland
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
The
“place of winter” mentioned in the title line is Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s
Upper Peninsula [The UP], where life is defined by winter even in the summer!
[This phrase is explained in the post for March 20, 2014.]
I
tweet as yooper1721.
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