Ever wondered what a Southern gentlemen doctor does on Sunday morning, about 9:00 am? Well, if you're my dad, and your daughter calls in a crunch because she's run out of time and needs your help, you gladly offer to help--you walk up the hill to her house in freezing weather, you wear an apron so the grease doesn't spatter on your "church clothes," you brown hamburger for your daughter's taco salad, you cut up bacon for her lentil stew, you ask if there's anything else you can do to help, you carefully wash your hands, you put your suit jacket back on over the apron, you wait for the horse-and-buggy Mennonites driving past on their way to church to get out of sight so they don't see you in the office Monday morning and ask what in the world you were doing in an apron, then you walk back to your house and remove said apron.And then what does your daughter do? Marvels at the extent of your love for her, thanks God again for all the sacrifices you've made for her and continue to make...and then posts the apron picture on her blog for the whole world to see!
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This is not an every Sunday morning activity. But when it is needed, I surely am happy to help. It is definitely different cooking than using my brain extensively to help the Lord to heal the patients that I see.
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