As I was sponging down my oversized island countertop, in my lovely new kitchen, dreaming of even more improvements, it occurred to me: why?
Why do I seek such a beautiful kitchen? Such a beautiful home? I have spent many dollars and hours with glossy, photo-sparkling magazines. lustily admiring luxurious granite-lined, stone-tiled, large-windowed cooking spaces. They are beautiful and there is a certain ‘aaah’ factor in a well-arranged space. But does it really need the continuous improvement that I attend to it?
I love my kitchen. I love my family and friends. Welcoming them into this space is a pleasure. I considered Mary, the Holy Mother. She was similar to all women, welcoming others into her home, and through the adage ‘a woman’s work is never done’. But, I don’t believe she ever created work for herself by searching for adornments to her living space.
The importance of my home and my kitchen is that it is a welcoming place for those I love. And even for those I don’t love so much. When these people are with me, the important thing is that I treat them well, with respect and generosity, so that I may share a glimpse of the face of God with them.
It doesn’t matter what my kitchen looks like, it matters what my kitchen acts like. If I am merely polishing my kitchen in order to polish my image, then I have gotten it gravely wrong. I should be polishing my soul through the worship of God and the pursuit of heavenly grace, and corporeal works of mercy. I hope these things happen in my home, and through my kitchen. I am grateful for the beauty around me, and must thank God for it. But it is of no use if I do not offer this vision to others.