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by: Carlleen jgraham81@msn.com I found a talk on the BYU Speeches website. It was called "On
Measuring Flour & Forgiveness" by Madison U. Sowell 1996. It had a poem called
"Forgiveness Flour" by Marguerite Stewart. I brought a cup of flour and copies
of the poem. We read the poem and then we discussed how certain words brought out how
Kathleen felt. "Whisper of knocking", "standing in her shawl and her
shame", "shrinking in the doorway". We talked about how she must have felt
and how Joel symbolized Christ. We discussed how she would have felt after she received
the huge bag of flour, and how her family would have felt when she brought it home or how
they would have had to help her, the joy that this gift would have brought. We talked
about how the wife would have felt. It was a very good lesson and I could tell from the
expressions on their faces, that they really got it. I made flour sack pillows from from
flour sack dish towels. I sewed a pocket on the back and laminated at copy of the poem and
put it in the pocket ( I also attached a ribbon to both the pillow and the poem, so they
wouldn't get separated) On the front I placed the the 3 x's for flour in purple embroidery
floss and tied the corners of the pillows with purple ribbon. They turned out really cute
and the girls loved them.
Forgiveness Flour
When I went to the door, at the whisper of knocking,
I saw Simeon Ganter's daughter, Kathleen standing
There, in her shawl and her shame, sent to ask
"Forgiveness Flour" for her bread. "Forgiveness Flour,"
We call it in our corner. If one has erred, one
Is sent to ask for flour of his neighbors. If they loan it
To him, that means he can stay, but if they refuse, he had
Best take himself off. I looked at Kathleen..
What a jewel of a daughter, though not much like her
Father, more's the pity. "I'll give you flour," I
Said, and went to measure it. Measuring was the rub.
If I gave too much, neighbors would think I made sin
Easy, but if I gave too little, they would label me
"Close." While I stood measuring, Joel, my husband
Came in from the mill, a great bag of flour on his
Shoulder, and seeing her there, shrinking in the
Doorway, he tossed the bag at her feet. "Here, take
All of it." And so she had flour for many loaves,
While I stood measuring.
Marguerite Stewart
Forgiveness Flour Poem
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