| The Preacher’s Corner By Rev. Dr. Milton Winter Martha would have made a casserole This
morning, for some reason, I woke up remembering how, when I was a
teen-ager and had my appendix out, our neighbor in Cleveland, Rebecca
Austin, appeared at the back door with a wonderful rib-eye steak, to be
cooked specially for me, when I felt well enough to eat it. Why do I
remember this wonderful lady and her act of kindness after so many
years? It was a painful moment and her thoughtfulness eased the way. I
am always amazed at the way, when trouble comes, what I call “the
casserole brigades” go into action. The Prayer Book speaks of “. .
.trouble, sorrow, need, sickness, or any other adversity.” The prayer
asks that God would comfort and relieve those in such situations. But
what I see is that the ladies of our town take matters into their own
hands, and they do it with casseroles. Word
travels with lightning speed in this berg. I won’t make jokes about it.
I saw it Sunday when word leaked that members of my congregation were
buying a new place! Bad news, however, seems to
travel the fastest — and in the cases where the bad news is true — not
always are the reports true! — but a good sign that the situation is
confirmed — is the cars pulling up bearing casseroles. A
local home in bereavement will at least have plenty to eat. It is
sometimes hard to find words in situations of grief. The florists “say
it with flowers.” Many people here also say it with food. I guess that
is why the expression “comfort food” is such a widely agreed-upon
Southern phenomenon. This is also true, albeit to
a lesser degree, when the occasion is happy. New babies are also
welcomed with platters of goodies. If the Three Wise Men had been
ladies, they would have loaded their camels with casseroles. We all know the story of Mary and Martha from the Bible. Martha would have baked a casserole. When
I was a young seminarian, I thought that all the church’s work was
accomplished at the pulpit. This rather arrogant and egotistical
conception puts the minister on a pedestal and thinks that “finding
just the right words” is the supremely important thing. Service
in a small Southern town has taught me that while we may have few women
preachers, the faith is often powerfully conveyed with culinary
expressions. If platters could preach… There are
standards and etiquette to all this. Two Greenville ladies landed on
the New York Times best-seller list with their cookbook, “Being Dead is
No Excuse: The Official Southern Ladies Guide to Hosting the Perfect
Funeral.” With wonderful humor, Gayden Metcalfe and Charlotte Hays show
how seriously people take the ministry of food in small churches. Jesus,
after all, used a supper, to institute the holy ordinance of his dying
love. And the first steps to an organizational structure in the early
church came with the appointment of seven deacons, whose duty was a
food ministry for Jerusalem’s poor. So, are you surprised that even in this present busy day, “amazing grace” comes knocking at the door with a covered dish? Attendance
at prayer meetings these days is down. But our church has a hymn that
says, “each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.” I favor an
activist religion, and I’m convinced that the people of Mississippi
pray with their ovens.
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