A dear friend of mine lost her father last week. Mr. Betts had a long and difficult stay in the hospital before he passed. I saw my friend, Debbie a few times during his illness. I am still adjusting my mother’s passing. While neither of us have words that can provide comfort, we do understand the grief these times have brought.
A few nights ago, I was in my kitchen making a rub for some ribs. I emptied the cupboard of spices and seasonings. I reached for a familiar little far of one of my favorites. As I shook the jar over the ribs I stopped and looked closely at the label. I remembered that Debbie had given me the seasoning few holidays ago. You see Debbie is a fantastic cook. I mean fantastic. She had given me a jar of seasoning her father made along with other holiday goodies from her kitchen. I looked closely at the label that reads, “Mr. Betts” in a clouded caption next to a grinning grilling chef.
I never met Mr. Betts but I know his daughter well. I love his seasoning. By only those two things I can say he was a wonderful man. While my ribs were cooking, I thought on the popular term, ‘salt of the Earth’. The commandment to be the salt of the Earth
Salt and people are an interesting comparison and metaphor. Life is life, we live and we die. But what we add to life is what gives our lives attitude, flavor and spunk. Food has flavor but to add a touch of salt, a pinch of seasoning makes the experience richer and fuller.
When we eat food, we enter into a sacred communion with Creation. Our planet, our world is the love of our creator manifested in physical reality. Our planet is the physical expression of God’s love. Not a symbol, the actual expression. All organisms must eat, must consume as a law of Creation. When we do, we place ourselves in a sacred cycle, receiving the gifts of Creation, literally taking into our bodies the love of our God.
We, each of us changes the world. By simply existing we change the game. By engaging the world we change things even more. We add our salt, we add our seasoning. We make the world better for other people. By acting out our nature and expressing our essence we make the lives of other richer, fuller, tastier.
We are grateful. For each other, for all those who can love. Thankful to my mother, Kitt who seasoned life as much as she could. For Debbie and for her father Mr. Betts. They make the lives they touch richer, fuller, brighter.