Tuesday at the Beerhorst house is known as doughnut day. I either ride my bike or walk over to Van's Pastry Shop and get a bag of just out of the oven doughnuts to bring home for breakfast. I believe life needs rituals to keep it humming along. It's kind of like how rhythm works in music, the kick drum in a rock song. When there is a plate of doughnuts on the dining room table when the kids wake up and stumble downstairs in the morning, they know that one thing in the day has already worked out.
Just like doughnut day, we can count on Van's Pastry to always be there. They have been making their doughnuts with the same recipes, in the same place since 1927. The store itself is like stepping back into a Norman Rockwell Saturday Evening Post cover. In a world of constant change and with challenges coming around every corner, it helps to find something that will remain, to find at least something you can hold on to. In the proverbs of Solomon we are reminded that it is never wise to move an ancient boundary stone. Perhaps this has something to do with having a reference point that does not change and will always be there to refer back to. The plate of doughnuts on Tuesday morning is one of our family rituals.