Emphasis Preaching Journal
The kitchen was not new...
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The kitchen was not new to him. His wife called him a "gourmet" cook. Cakes were his specialty. His waistline showed it, and so did his friends. The lonely widow thanked him profusely. Every Saturday his children asked, "Cake today, Dad?" and the congregation always chose his cakes at the church picnic.
As he mixed the baking powder into the dough that Saturday, his children watching and singing, as he stirred, he thought, "Love is like baking powder. It awakens me from sleep to rise."
As he mixed the baking powder into the dough that Saturday, his children watching and singing, as he stirred, he thought, "Love is like baking powder. It awakens me from sleep to rise."
