by: Pocatello-Chubbuck Observer Columnist Barb Lissow

March 20, 2020

The Burned Biscuit

Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever!       Psalm 107:1

Pocatello-Chubbuck Observer Columnist Barb Lissow

There is a sweet story that is attributed to Billy Graham which very much reminds me of my many past attempts to replicate my mother’s and my grandmother’s Southern-style homemade biscuits. I even recall my daughter Lara (when she was just a little know-it-all elementary school kid) commenting one evening after another of my failed attempts at baking the coveted fluffy delights: “Look Dad, Mommy made us some hockey pucks! Can we take them outside and hit them to each other?” Everyone at the table laughed – especially me – and it became one of those fun family memories that is fondly relived from time to time. The story about a burned biscuit, however, was a little different in its point:

“When I was a kid, my grandmother liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she made breakfast after a long, hard day. On that evening so long ago, she placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my Grandad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed. Yet all my Granddad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at Grandma, and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit. He ate every bite of that thing, never made a face, nor uttered a word about it

“When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Grandma apologize to my Granddad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: ‘Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and then.’ Later that night, I went to kiss Granddad good night, and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, ‘Your Grandma put in a hard day of work today, and she’s real tired. And besides, a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!’”

The author of this story made the point that life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people, but our attitude, compassion, and love of Jesus Christ in our hearts and minds is how the Holy Spirit turns the burned hockey-puck biscuits into something tolerable for the moment. And rather than shaking a fist at God and blaming Him for a faulty oven, we are exhorted to be thankful for the many blessings in our lives while understanding that the next batch of biscuits may turn out with the beautiful golden brown crust and the soft tender insides we so desire. Be encouraged my friends, our Holy and Triune God is merciful!

May you be strengthened with all power, according to his glorious might, for all endurance and patience with joy, giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in light. Colossians 1:11-12

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Barb Lissow
Faith Lutheran Church, Pocatello, Idaho

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