{"id":1022,"date":"2014-01-24T11:32:33","date_gmt":"2014-01-24T17:32:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.cccm.us\/?p=1022"},"modified":"2014-01-24T11:32:33","modified_gmt":"2014-01-24T17:32:33","slug":"burnt-biscuit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cccm.us\/?p=1022","title":{"rendered":"Burnt Biscuit (\u201c\u6069\u6148\u201d\u6700\u597d\u7684\u8a3b\u8173)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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This is from Kaichao Chang in ACCC.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Chuck Swindoll <\/span><\/span><\/span>\u7267\u5e2b\u8aaa\uff1a<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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A Lesson at Breakfast Eighty Years Ago \u00a0—————————– \u00a0\u00a0 by Art Ernst<\/p>\n

\u00a0When I was a little boy 5 years of age, <\/b>living on the farm, Mama liked to start the day right by cooking a tasteful breakfast, usually at 5:00 a.m.<\/p>\n

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Perfectly cooked biscuits should look like this \u263a<\/p>\n

\u00a0One morning, so long ago, <\/b>Mama placed a plate of fried eggs and bacon and fried apples in front of all the family, and placed an extremely burned plate of biscuits <\/b>in the center of the table.<\/p>\n

\u00a0I remember waiting to see if Dad would notice: <\/b>But all he did was reach for a biscuit, as he smiled at Mama.<\/p>\n

\u00a0I remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit. <\/b>He ate every bite of that thing \u2026 never made a face or said a word about it.<\/p>\n

\u00a0When I got up from the table that morning, I remember hearing Mama apologize to Dad for burning the biscuits. And I\u2019ll never forget what he said. \u201cHoney, I love burned biscuits every now and then.\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n

\u00a0Later that morning, I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned?<\/b><\/p>\n

\u00a0He wrapped me in his arms <\/b>and said, \u201cYour Mama puts in a hard day at work every day and she gets tired: There\u2019s just as much love in a burned biscuit as there is in an unburned one: <\/b>And besides, a little burned biscuit every now and then never hurt anybody!\u201d<\/p>\n

\"Burnt<\/a><\/p>\n

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The author Art Ernst and his wife of Jane (they got married for 57 years)<\/p>\n

\u00a0As I\u2019ve grown older, I\u2019ve thought about that morning many times. <\/b>Life is not always fair and it is full of imperfect things and imperfect people and I\u2019m not perfect.<\/p>\n

\u00a0I forget things like everybody else. But what I\u2019ve learned over the years, is that learning to accept each other\u2019s faults and choosing to celebrate each others differences is one of the most important keys to creating healthy, growing, and lasting relationships.<\/b><\/p>\n

\u00a0Throughout our married life, if my wife, Jane, burned something, I\u2019d say, \u201cSweetheart, I like it that way.\u201d <\/b>Which I really did, as she prepared it out of love. All her food has one main ingredient, \u201cLOVE\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u00a0And that\u2019s my wish for each of my children and grandchildren; <\/b>that you will learn to take the good, bad and ugly parts of your life and overcome them with kindness: Because in the end\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00a0True thoughtfulness, forgiveness and consideration will give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit ain\u2019t such a big deal!<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

\u00a0This can be extended to any relationship. <\/b>In fact, understanding is the real basis of all relationships, be it brother-sister, husband-wife, parent-child, partners or just plain old friendship!<\/p>\n

\u00a0Learn to be resilient.<\/p>\n

Be kinder than necessary because everybody you meet is fighting some kind of battle.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t put the key to your happiness in someone else\u2019s pocket \u2014 keep it in your own.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, please pass me a biscuit,\u201d <\/b>and yeah, the burned one will be just fine!<\/p>\n

Remember,\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cAs rain and sunshine nourish the flowers, so praise and encouragement nourishes the human spirit.\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

This is the lesson I learned at Breakfast 80 years ago.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u201cThanks, Dad!\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n

\u00a0From Dad, with Everlasting Love, to Rick, Randy and Heather, and all the Grands.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\"Burnt<\/a><\/p>\n

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(Left to Right) Wife Jane, son Rick, daughter Heather, son Randy, and Art<\/p>\n

\u00a0Art lives in a retirement home in Nebraska with his wife of 57 years, Jane. Art is a former Methodist Minister who now enjoys writing poetry and visiting with his three children and seven grandchildren.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  This is from Kaichao Chang in ACCC.\u00a0 Chuck Swindoll \u7267\u5e2b\u8aaa\uff1a   \u597d\u4e08\u592b\u7684\u8a18\u865f\u662f\u4ec0\u9ebc\uff1f\u5982\u679c\u53ea\u80fd\u9078\u4e00\u6a23\uff0c\u6211\u6703\u9078\u6069\u6148 Kindness\uff0c\u6069\u6148\u662f\u505a\u4e08\u592b\u7684\uff0c\u5927\u90fd\u4ee5\u70ba\u81ea\u5df1\u5df2\u7d93\u505a\u5230\u3001\u61c9\u8a72\u53ef\u4ee5\u505a\u5230\u3001\u6216\u662f\u4e0d\u96e3\u505a\u5230\u3001\u5be6\u969b\u537b\u5f88\u96e3\u505a\u5230\u7684\u3002   \u00a0\u6240\u9644\u7684\u9019\u7bc7\u898b\u8b49\u662f\u201c\u6069\u6148\u201d\u6700\u597d\u7684\u8a3b\u8173\uff01Enjoy! \u00a0================================ Burnt Biscuit A Lesson at Breakfast Eighty Years Ago \u00a0—————————– \u00a0\u00a0 by Art Ernst \u00a0When I was a little boy 5 years of age, living on the farm, Mama liked to start the day right by cooking a…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,4,8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1022","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articles","category-christianity","category-family"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cccm.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1022","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cccm.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cccm.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cccm.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cccm.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1022"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/cccm.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1022\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cccm.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1022"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cccm.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1022"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cccm.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1022"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}