On Sunday, I spoke on the Tower of Babel (assisted by children and youth with puppets working on the tower, then speaking various languages--in this illustration English, French, Hindi and Spanish--then ceasing work and scattering) and the people's sins of disbelief in God and instead self-aggrandizement, and the reversal of Babel at Pentecost, when people all speaking different languages became intelligible to each other, and for the purpose of glorifying God.
I enjoyed being with two congregations, the first with some West Indians, the second almost entirely West Indian. The courtly courtesy and professional competence of Jamaicans, at least in these cases, is refreshing as a change from some other people's boorish, brash, bullying braggadocio that too often pushes its way forward into acceptance, and also from a placid, flaccid, flabby complacency with mediocrity that seems too often to be its only opposite. The Scripture says, 'in quietness and in confidence will be your strength'. That's what I saw today—calm, cool, competent, quiet courteous confidence—or, if they aren't confident, they certainly have a right to be.
The rest of today’s blog is about food. Some people post their cooking photos. My dinner was an orange, a carrot, an avocado, an apple, a banana, a bunch of Navrattan snack food. Result: stuffed and will finish with water and a few dark chocolate kisses as a sort of amen.
One reason people don't get enough vitamins and minerals from their food is that they fill up on bread/potatoes/rice and then don't have room for enough vegetables/fruit.
One lady said, ‘You're a good inspiration to eat healthy.’ I replied, ‘And you make an amazing meat pie, totally different and more savory than any I've had before.’ Another lady replied to the first, saying, ‘Except when he eats double chocolate doughnut.’ True, that.
Then I retrogressed--chicken gumbo, a third of a French bread, an avocado, a yogurt, dark chocolate almond milk and a double chocolate doughnut. Oy!
The next day, a partial repentance back to ways of righteousness: blackberries, hummus and French bread, applesauce, 1 miniature kosher dill and--a chocolate cupcake. All of this with, of course, dark chocolate almond milk, introduced to me by a lactose-intolerant friend.
Then I went through one day thus:
a righteous breakfast: a banana, yogurt, orange juice, real bread and natural peanut butter;
a justified lunch: applesauce and almonds;
a sanctified dinner: a huge carrot, a huge avocado, some bread and hummus, dark chocolate almond milk--and a double chocolate doughnut. two double chocolate doughnuts
The next day, a Spiritual brunch: banana, apple, yogurt, real bread and natural peanut butter, orange juice. (somewhat similar to a 'righteous' breakfast, since Spirituality is supposed to succeed on righteousness)
If a meal between breakfast and lunch is called 'brunch', what is a meal between lunch and dinner called: 'linner'? Whatever, 'linner' was salad. I'll have the rest of the meal later because both parts were too much at once--the salad is pretty big.
if you call the evening meal 'supper', then do you call the mid-day meal 'dinner'? If you call the mid-day meal 'lunch', then what do you call 'dinner'?
For dinner, supplied by my hosts, chicken breast, potato, broccoli. I know the Bible says that when we go somewhere, we should eat what's put before us, but I passed on the cauliflower. I ate so much cabbage, cauliflower and rice prepared by SCU cooks that I now regularly pass on those EXCEPT when there's something else included to give it flavor—for instance, if they're in a stew or curry (except some curries that don't get rid of the gassy taste of cauliflower (if it has any taste at all). Same thing about okra (called 'ladyfingers' in British English): I don't know how many people I've heard say, 'Oh, you haven't tasted it the way I (or MY WIFE) cook it', and then they proceed to say they fry it. Nah, I've had fried okra, and it still has that slimy texture inside the crust. But ONE person, Sis Melancon (bless her Cajun heart) patiently listened to my screed about okra, then said a person has to cook it in gumbo with tomatoes because the acidity of the tomatoes cuts through the slimy texture of the okra. Since she had some gumbo sitting in a crockpot, I had to try it and—saints be praised—she had performed a wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles: the okra had been conquered, it's sliminess was gone. It was an achievement on the level of Paul's Damascus Road experience--a total transformation, a conversion from the kingdom of darkness to the Kingdom of Light.
Before leaving, trying to clear out the fridge--drank the rest of the orange juice, ate the last yogurt, the last soup, and three muffins, Can carry the oranges, apples, carrots with me. Trying to drink up the rest of the dark chocolate almond milk. So today thinking less about diet balance and more about efficiency. But eating apples, oranges and carrots will keep me righteous en route.
I backslid and paid: drank two mochas and ate a bag of potato chips while driving today. Lots of stomach trouble, so back to healthy food tomorrow.
After having eaten at my dad's house for a few days, I returned to my own this eveback to my own food prep: 1 avocado, 1 carrot, three cold naans--two with natural peanut butter and thick-cut lemon marmalade, and the other with salmon spread, a slice of cranberry cheese, a chocolate bar, herbal tea, pecan pie (made by my step-mom and brought here). And even while at my dad's house, I did my own vegetables, consisting of salad made of spinach, carrots, tomatoes, radishes. It can get more complicated than that, of course, but this was just for me and therefore I kept it simple.