Faith in the doing

Rev. Cheryl Cruce Columnist I never thought about recipes when I was growing up. Somehow, Mom just took the ingredients, threw them in a pot or bowl, and a few hours later, supper was on the table. Everything was perfect, fresh, and timed flawlessly. Later, when it was time for my sisters and me to begin cooking, we learned that flawless was not effortless. When we would ask her for a recipe, she had none, not even for her golden-brown, fluffy biscuits. She simply said that if we learned to c