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This offering from Parker really came as a simple but lovely blessing to me this morning.
One of my favorite possessions is an ancient yellow ceramic bowl I have from my grandmother. For as long as I can remember it has had some long cracks running through it, and the surface glazing is crazed with age. It's only decoration is a simple outline of a rooster hand-painted by my grandmother half a century or more ago. When my kids were young on occasion I would feel inspired to make them french toast in the morning, and I always turned to that bowl to whip up the egg mixture. As I turned the bowl in my hands, I would remember watching the same bowl turning in my grandmother's hands as she mixed up some custard when I myself was the youngster in the kitchen. As I look at the brush strokes on the rooster I see a reminescence of my grandmother's loving delicate touch. As I remember these things I also call to mind my last remembrance of my grandmother -- at the rise of dinner the night before she died she suddenly reached out and took my father's hand and kissed it, and then she took my hand and kissed it.
All those memories -- all that light freighted into a little yellow bowl!
When I woke up Saturday morning I felt like making some french toast for my wife and me and our one remaining teen daughter still at home, but when I went to retrieve my favorite little bowl, I discovered that age had finally gotten the better of it as it does of all things. The cracks had finally penetrated through and broken about a quarter of it out. Needless to say, I was heavy-hearted at this small loss, but on Sunday morning before heading off to meeting something drew me to the On Being web site and the simple offering provided by you and Leonard Cohen.

There is a crack, a crack in everything.
It's how the light gets in.

Those words transformed this little loss into a new metaphor for me.
I had thought I would super glue my little bowl together again, but after hearing this lyric I decided simply to place it in the corner cabinet as a quiet testimony to the beauty and grace of broken offerings.
All things age and fail eventually but love.
Thank you.