My dad works as a missionary among a North American Indian tribe in Oklahoma, and has enjoyed learning the art of making his own flutes from a reed or another piece of wood. His friends and family enjoy hearing him play various tunes or hymns at different events.
Some years ago, he and his wife, Candy, attended a Thanksgiving Service organized by several churches in their area. Members of the various churches each contributed in a different way; some signed up to play or sing a special number; others volunteered to serve in other ways. But, the exact songs each volunteer was planning to play wasn’t communicated to the others.
The next morning, my dad wrote the following:
Last p.m. Candy and I went to the McLoud Ministerial Alliance community Thanksgiving service. There were only two specials besides the big Baptist church's choir. My Tribute by Andraé Crouch was announced to be played just before me by the host church's flamboyant organist [with the help of a CD and full orchestra backup thanks to an electric organ key board set into what looks like a baby grand piano frame]. --Candy looks at me wide eyed and asks, "Is that what you're going to play?" The flow of a flowery intro started with a lavish and energetic display of key board excellence. --Candy turns to me and says, "That's okay, they won't know it's the same song." After a flourish of cord exchanges, variations on the theme and a blur of fingers going furiously from one end of the key board to the other, the organist reached the grande finale. Applause. Silence. I walked to the front with my music folder, fourteen inch cane flute in hand and a prayer in my heart. I took a very deep breath and broke the silence by saying that I was glad that the host preacher had started the community service by saying, "The program is before you but the Holy Spirit has brought it all together; we preachers have no idea how this service is going to pan out." "So," I said, "I'll be playing the second verse (there is no second verse) of what you just heard as if all creation were praising God. This (flute) is a piece of bamboo cane that was growing a few years ago over in Choctaw [a nearby town] and with God's help, He allowed me to make this into a Native American style flute." And with that being said, I played "To God be the Glory".
(For those who don’t know, To God be the Glory, is the same tune as My Tribute by Andraé Crouch.)
My dad’s note reminded me of the entry for November 16 in the daily devotional, My Utmost for His Highest, based on Oswald Chambers’ lectures and talks delivered from 1911 to 1917. Part of it reads, “It is one thing to go through a crisis grandly, but another thing to go through every day glorifying God when there is no witness, no limelight, no one paying the remotest attention to us.”
A person living a simple life that glorifies God may be encouraged to remember that the simple tune created by a cane flute, as well as elaborate productions from full orchestras, bring God glory.
In 2009, when we were just beginning to cook from scratch without gluten, Brody developed a tasty dish. By the time we published our book, A Recipe for Survival, we had new favorites. This summer, I brought back this dish he created since I was looking for a different flavor and a simple dish during a busy season of our lives. I named it “Single Skillet Summer Supper.”
Single Skillet Summer Supper
Coconut Oil, roughly 2 Tbsp
Oregano, 2-3 pinches
Basil, a pinch or two
Thyme, a pinch
Salt, freshly ground pepper to taste
Fresh tomatoes, chopped
Zucchini, and if available, Yellow Squash, sliced
Cooked Chicken, broken into pieces
1. Melt the coconut oil in the skillet.
2. Add the spices, salt and pepper. Stir and heat for a minute, roughly.
3. Add the tomatoes and squash and cook until they are as tender as you prefer.
4. Add the chicken and mix well; when the chicken is thoroughly coated in the flavorful sauce, it is ready to be enjoyed.
5. Refrigerate the leftovers and enjoy several simple, satisfying suppers.
A simple meal can satisfy your need for nutrition even if it is not super fancy. And that is simply beautiful!