March 22, 2012
Jam Sessions: Bread and Butter
Last night, after a long adventure at Costco (where I managed to practice great self control; my only impulse buy was a pack of 400 coffee filters...$4!) I came home and sat, wearily, at the table, composing this post. Or rather, early iterations of a "Meatless Meals" post. I won't bore you with the random pairings that I came up with. They were bad bad bad.
Then, after hardly ten minutes of recipe writing agony, Myrna came home. And a few minutes after that, Stearns and Carrot came over for our weekly evening of prayer. And the work was broken.
Have I told you about our evening of prayer? Once a week we get together and pray Compline, the night prayer of the Church. The words of prayer are familiar, but sometimes still shock me: "a yoke that is easy, a burden that is light." But first we gab for a good half hour at least, talking about our work, our families, sharing little stories from our day--laughing and complaining and making plans and relishing our good fortune to have such neighbors. We joke that we aren't sure which is more important: the gab or the prayers.
In truth the one is meaningless without the other.
So we shared a loaf of Carrot's freshly baked bread, still warm from the oven. We spread on the hearty loaf some butter, and copious amounts of marmalade--an alchemy of flavors and conversation that warmed the soul and calmed the mind, so that when we were ready, we opened our books, sang, and prayed to our Lord, begging for rest.
And He does bring rest.