Upon the oven top was the evidence of years of love. Though it had been kept clean, the perfect imperfections told stories of such soulful times.
The oven was linked to all those memories of home, of warm bread and casserole dishes. It was that vital part of the heart of our home that took such little attention.
Upon the oven door were small handprints, a heart warming story of the day told in smudges.
The oven was Erin's tool of artistry. For some it's a brush, a musical instrument or a dance; yet for this fine cook the oven helped her to bring beauty of sight, aroma and taste.
If food be the deliverance of love, bake on.
From that oven, humble in its everyday appearance, came the most mighty expressions of love.
The oven was sleek, it could have belonged in a space-age movie. Yet the aromas it gives to our home have been with humanity for eons.
The oven is one of many in this high-end kitchen. Here we cook and serve food as a service to our community, people come as they would to a restaurant back when folks charged money instead of giving from a sense of love. The only "money" good here is a thank you, and in those we are truly rich.