It's always struck me as interesting that Isaiah chooses his lips to talk about. He doesn't say that his heart is unclean, or his hands, or his mind, or his thoughts. He says that his lips are unclean. I think he says it because he knows that if he survives, he will have to tell people about this, and he cannot tell people about it because there are no words that accurately and fully capture all that he was experiencing. His lips cannot do the job that they must do.
"I don't remember a time in my life when biscuits did not remind me of my grandmother. Mornings at Granny's house revolved around preparing the Southern staple. My sister and I always crashed on the couch at her house, just one thin wall away from the kitchen. We woke up to the sounds and smells of bacon frying and coffee brewing, and by the time we scurried out of bed and ran into the kitchen to 'help,' she had chairs pushed up to the counter ready for us to stand in."
That's just a taste of my memoir about making biscuits with my grandmother that Mississippi Magazine, published by Downhome Publications, ran in the September/October 2008 issue. Like Southern Living for the state of Mississippi, Mississippi Magazine "is a bimonthly magazine that celebrates the positive points of our state - from interesting people and places to homes, gardens, food, history, culture, special events and more."
To read the full article, click here.
As Christians, we are called to be both salt and light on this earth (Matthew 5:13-16). Salt, to add flavor, to enhance, to preserve those with whom we mingle. Light, to reflect, to beckon, to illuminate the darkness around us. We ourselves are to be echoes of a greater glory, reverberating with traces of the divine and reminding others that there is in fact more to life than the same old everyday stuff that dominates their time.
