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By In Culture, Wisdom

Taking Lessons from Two Navy SEALs

I grew up reading books on the military. My father is a military history buff. The books I read focused on the experience of individuals as they went to war, like We Were Soldiers Once…and Young.  However, over the years I stopped reading war memoirs. Recently I dipped back into war stories by reading two accounts of Navy SEALs who were involved in Afghanistan and Iraq.  Paul and Christ often describe our life as one of battle. So it was not surprising that as I read those books I came across lessons that translate  easily to the Christian life.

Book Reviews

The first book I read was Marcus Luttrell’s Lone Survivor.   The initial part of the book is the account of Luttrell training to be a Navy SEAL. The second part is his account of a ill-fated recon mission where his three friends were killed. The book is excellent. There are things I disagree with, but it was well written. The reason for the training becomes clear in the second part of the book when they are attacked. His rescue by Afghan villagers was also fascinating. He showed the interplay between the Taliban and the local villagers. He explained a law in the villages that once you promised to protect a man the whole village is responsible for him. Thus it was a huge risk for the village to take Luttrell in. Overall it is a very good book to get insight into the training and mindset of America’s military elite.

The second book I read was American Sniper by Chris Kyle. I did not enjoy this one nearly as much. It suffered from a scattered narrative. Also there was a lot more machismo in this book. Kyle seemed to enjoy the bar fights he got into. Kyle is America’s top sniper. He has over 160 confirmed kills and probably killed over twice that many men. The most fascinating part of this book was his relationship with his wife. In the book he notes that over 90% of Navy Seals get divorced. It is not hard to see why. There are short sections of the book written by his wife that give insight into the difficulties of being married to Navy SEAL. Eventually, he refused to redeploy and stayed home. Kyle was killed in February 2013 by a fellow soldier at a shooting range in Texas.

Lessons Learned

Mental Toughness

Nothing stuck out to me when I was reading Marcus Luttrell’s book like his mental toughness. The Navy SEAL training, the firefight on the mountainside, the refusal to stop fighting despite three broken vertebrae, crawling across rocks and throwing himself down mountains all made me realize how easily I give up on things. As Americans, we are not very tough. We think we are. But most of us have not had to endure cold, hunger, deprivation, berating, and absolute physical exhaustion and then be asked to keep going. Yet toughness is an essential ingredient of the Christian life. The life of Paul, Peter, John, and Jesus all remind us that mental toughness, the ability to keep going and not give up, is basic to our spiritual walk. (See Hebrews 12:2)  Do I give up too easily on hard work? Do I complain about the labor the Lord has given me to do? After reading this book I found myself whining less and working harder.

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Loyalty to Each Other

These men have a deep loyalty to each other. In Luttrell’s book, when he was MIA for several days, fellow SEALs gathered at his Mom’s housed and stayed there all week until they found out about whether he was alive or dead.    These men know what they went through to become SEALs. They know the hardships they endured and the lengths they would go through to save each other’s lives. This creates strong bonds of friendship and loyalty. This loyalty did not prevent disagreement.  But it did usually prevent a breach of fellowship.  I wish churches could display more of this mindset. We are bound, not by our training, but by our redemption.  This unity in Christ should give us a great loyalty towards our fellow Christians, yet so often we tear each other to pieces instead of fighting the enemy (Galatians 5:15).

Accountability is Good, but the Fear of Man is Dangerous

Throughout both books the men and their superiors were constantly asking the question, “What will the media think if we do that?” Accountability like this can be good.  Chris Kyle was very careful about who he shot. He had to have witnesses and the person had to be a threat.  He had to give a report on each kill.  Accountability like this can keep men from making foolish choices.

However, in Luttrell’s book you see the negative side of this. Luttrell and his men were on a recon mission when they came in contact with some goat herders. These men carried no guns, yet one of them had a long range radio. They were clearly Taliban, yet they posed no immediate threat. There was debate about whether or not they should kill them. In the end, they let them go, which I think most readers feel was the right decision. Luttrell indicates this decision was made in part because of the fear of what would happen if the media found out they killed unarmed men. But letting those men go cost the lives of three of his fellow soldiers on the ground and sixteen other military men who came and tried to rescue them in a helicopter. I think if he had to go back he would kill the goat herders thus saving the lives of numerous American soldiers.

As Christians, there is a need for us to be accountable to those around us. We need checks and balances, which members of our local church usually provide. People should be in our lives who know us and keep us from making bad decisions. However, there is also a need to have freedom to act in the way we see fit.  . We need to give the benefit of the doubt to our brothers and sisters who make different decisions. In some circles there can be a fear of man that paralyzes us from making the right decision.  That is not accountability. That is bondage.

Single Purpose

These men are good, very good at what they do.  There is a singular focus on their task that is worthy of emulation.  I am sure there is something about war that causes you to focus.  The threat of death will strip away all other concerns. As a Christian, especially as a pastor (II Timothy 2:4), the way the SEALs focus on their job was convicting. We are too often like  soldiers who forget we are in a war. We wander around spiritually fat and out of shape with our guns filled with sand and our minds on the pleasures of this world.   As Christians, we need to have a laser beam focus on the task  given to us by our Lord and we need to remember that we are at war.<>siteкопирайтинг для ов

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By In Culture

Margaret Sanger – The 20th Century’s Public Enemy #1

by Marc Hays

Hitler? Nein. Stalin? Niet. Mussolini? Nope. Pol Pot? Mao Tse-tung? Not even close. This woman’s got them all beat. Her minions are responsible for more murderous, torturous, barbarous human deaths than all of those wretched men put together. Her name is Margaret Sanger. She was a villain, and the world sings her praises.

Killer

Dr. George Grant has published a biography of Margaret Sanger, Killer Angel, as well as given lectures, on the history of Margaret Sanger and Planned Parenthood. Here is an excerpt from one of those lectures:

“I wish that hindsight really were 20/20. If hindsight were really 20/20, then we would be able to look back on the late lamentable history of the twentieth century with the jaundiced eye that such a century deserves. The twentieth century was the bloodiest century of all of human history. The 20th Century saw governments kill their own people in astonishing numbers. More people died at the hands of their own governments in the 20th Century than in every other century combined. The 20th Century – the century of science and achievement; the century of unparalleled prosperity; the century of ideology; the century of fighting wars to end all wars –  was an horrific disaster. I wish that hindsight were 20/20, because then we wouldn’t make the silly sorts of judgements against things like the crusades, or the so-called “Dark Ages” or the inquisition that we do standing pompously as we do on our 20th and 21st Century soapboxes and denouncing earlier generations for things that we’ve done blown up on steroids.

“On January 1st, 1900, most Americans greeted the 20th Century with the proud and certain belief that the coming century would be the greatest, the most glorious, and the most glamorous in all of human history. They were, like many Europeans of the day, infected with a sanguine spirit. Optimism was rampant. Confidence seemed to color every activity. Certainly, there was little in their experience to make them think otherwise. Never had a century changed the lives of men and women more dramatically than the one that had just passed.

“The 20th Century has moved fast and furiously, so that those of us who have lived in it sometimes feel giddy watching it spin. But the 19th Century moved faster and more furiously still. Railroads, telephones, the telegraph, electricity, mass production, automobiles, forged steel, and countless other modern discoveries had all come upon them at a dizzying pace expanding their visions and expectations far beyond anything that their grandfathers could have wildly dreamed in a fevered fit.

“My wife’s grandmother set up housekeeping in a covered wagon. At the end of her life, she sat astonished as we taught her “email.” But in the 19th Century, those kinds of comparisons were vastly expanded. We forget the fact that Napoleon moved his armies in approximately the same fashion at approximately the same pace with approximately the same obstacles as Nebuchadnezzar had, but in the span of the 19th Century things changed, and changed so dramatically, that the world seemed to be a living revolution. As a result, as Americans greeted the 20th Century, they were full of confidence and certainty. It was more than just unfounded imagination that lay behind the New York World’s new year’s prediction that the 20th Century would meet and overcome all of the perils and prove to be the best that this steadily improving planet had ever seen. Most Americans were cheerfully assured that the control of man, nature, and nations would soon lie entirely within their grasp and would bestow upon them the unfathomable millennial power to alter the destinies of societies, nations, and ethics. They were a people of manifold purpose. They were a people of manifest destiny. They were certain that, given enough time, science could conquer every ill. Theirs was a  world of salvation by education; salvation by legislation; salvation by medication. It was a kind of winter witchery; a world of modern magic; and the world was intoxicated with it.

“What they did not know, of course, was that dark and malignant seeds were already germinating just beneath the surface of the century’s new soil.

“At the time, Josef Stalin was a twenty-one-year-old seminary student in Tiflis, a pious and serene community located at the crossroads of Georgia and Ukraine. Benito Mussolini was a seventeen-year-old student teacher in the quiet suburbs of Milan. Adolf Hitler was an eleven-year-old aspiring art student in the quaint upper Austrian village of Brannan. And Margaret Sanger was a twenty-year-old, out-of-sorts, nursing school/high school dropout in White Plains, New York. Who would’ve ever dreamed? Who could have ever guessed on that ebulliently auspicious New Year’s Day that those four youngsters would, over the span of the next century, spill more innocent blood than all the murderers, warlords, and tyrants of past history combined? Who could have guessed that those four youngsters would together ensure that the hopes, dreams, and the aspirations of the twentieth century would be smothered under holocaust, genocide, and triage?

“As the champion of the proletariat, Josef Stalin saw to the slaughter of at least fifteen million Russian and Ukranian kulaks. As the popularly acclaimed “Il Duce,” Mussolini massacred as many as four million Ethiopians, two million Eritreans, and a million Serbs, Croats, and Albanians. As the wildly lionized Führer, Hitler exterminated Lord knows how many Jews, two million Slavs, and a million Poles. As the founder of Planned Parenthood and the impassioned heroine of various feminist causes célébres, Margaret Sanger was responsible for the brutal elimination of more than forty million children in the United States alone and nearly two and a half billion worldwide.

“…No one in his right mind would want to rehabilitate the reputations of Stalin, Mussolini, or Hitler. Their barbarism, their treachery, and their debauchery will make their names forever live in infamy. Amazingly, though, Sanger has somehow escaped their wretched fate…In spite of the fact that her crimes against humanity were no less heinous than theirs, her place in history has effectively been sanitized and sanctified. In spite of the fact that she openly identified herself in one way or another with every one of their causes. She lauded Stalin’s Sobornostic Collectivism; she wrote eloquently in defense of Hitler’s Eugenic Racism; and she was a stalwart adherent of Mussolini’s Agathistic Fascism – Sanger’s faithful minions have managed to manufacture an entirely independent reputation for the perpetuation of her memory.”–Dr. George Grant

May the Lord use his servant, Dr. Grant, to shine the light of truth into dark places, revealing those things that ought to be put to death: lust, fornication, adultery, lewdness, covetousness, bitterness, selfishness, desertion, and murder.

Not babies. Babies shouldn’t be put to death.

Lord, have mercy.

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Listen to the rest of this lecture by following this link to Wordmp3.com

Read Dr. Grant’s 1995 book, Killer Angel online here.

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By In Culture, Theology

How Ephesians Killed My Radical Christianity

Note: This has nothing to do with David Platt’s book Radical. I have never read it or to my knowledge read anything else he has written.

What is a Radical? 

Definitions matter. So before proceeding I wanted to define the term “radical.”  By “radical,” I mean that strain of Christian thinking that says living a normal Christian life, getting married, having children, raising them in Christ, loving your spouse, being faithful at your job, attending worship, reading your Bible, praying, loving the saints, and then dying is not enough.  It is that strain of Christianity that says, “There must be something more that I must do to be a good Christian.”  The radical thinks and preaches that, “Good Christians do amazing things for Jesus.” This type of thinking is found in all branches of Christianity. There are mission weeks, revival meetings, monks who abandon all, elusive second blessings, pilgrimages to Rome, women who leave marriage and children far behind, men who leave jobs to enter the ministry, young men who believe that memorizing the Westminster Shorter Catechism is a means of grace, preachers who imply that Word and Sacraments are not enough, and conference speakers who demand that we pray more and more. The halls of faith echo with phrases like: Be radical. Give it all up for Jesus. Sacrifice everything.

I was raised to think like this and my guess is that many of you were as well. Our Christian life was driven by questions like , “Am I doing enough?”  But over time I found that this pressure to do great things for God was not just burdensome, but it was unbiblical. The epiphany came as I studied Ephesians a few years back.

Radical Indeed

The first chapters of Ephesians are some of the most glorious chapters in all the New Testament. All Scripture is inspired by God, but maybe Ephesians is blessed with a double portion. Here are a few of the verses about our great salvation.

We are blessed with every spiritual blessing (1:3).
We are chosen in Christ before the foundation of the world (1:4).
We have redemption through his blood (1:7).
We have been sealed with the Holy Spirit of promise (1:13).
We were dead. Now we are alive (2:1).
We have been raise up with Christ and seated with Him (2:6).
We were once strangers to the covenant, but now have been brought near (2:12-13).
We have access through Christ by the Spirit to the Father (2:18).

And on and on and on it goes. (See especially 3:17-21.) Paul gives us a grand picture of the great redemption we have in Christ and the great work our Lord did for us. Chapters 1-3 of Ephesians are Paul’s unfolding of this mystery (3:9) to the saints at Ephesus.  In chapter 4, Paul begins to explain to the saints what this mean for their daily lives.  Ephesians is neatly divided between what God has done for us in Christ (1-3) and how we are to respond (4-6).  Or to use other terms it is divided between the indicative and imperative.

Boring

Not So Much

The first three chapters are radical. Coming back from the dead is radical. Being made clean is radical. Being united to the covenant, as a Gentile, is radical.  But when we get to chapters 4-6 the radicalness disappears. After reading chapters 1-3 we would expect Paul to turn on the jets. We are Spirit-filled, covenant included, blood bought, once dead-now alive, Christians. We were made to do great things. If Paul were a modern preacher he would follow this up with a call to evangelize or do missions or go give all you have to the poor or change the world (or at least your community) or start a neighborhood Bible study. He would close Ephesians with a call to be radical.

But the real Paul disappoints us. There is nothing in these chapters about doing amazing things for Christ. There is nothing about missions or evangelism. There is nothing about changing the world or your community. There is no call to give away all you have. Paul does not encourage the men to examine themselves to see if they are called to the ministry. Women are not encouraged to leave all behind and be “fully devoted to Jesus.” There is no call to parents to make sure they raise “radical” children.  So what does Paul tell us to do?

Live with one another in lowliness and patience (4:2).
Reject false doctrine and grow into maturity (4:13-15).
Put off the old man. (4:22)
Don’t lie. (4:25)
Get rid of sinful anger. (4:26-27)
Stop stealing and work hard so you can give to those who have need (4:28).
Watch your speech (4:29, 31, 5:4).
Be kind to one another (4:28).
Don’t be sexually immoral (5:3-7).
Avoid fellowship with darkness (5:11).
Speak to one another songs (5:19).
Give thanks (5:20).
Wives submit to husbands (5:22, 24).
Husbands love wives (5:250).
Children obey parents (6:1-3).
Fathers raise godly children (6:4).
Work hard for those over you (6:5-9).
Fight against the Devil and his minions (6:10-20)

Not very radical is it?

 A Bad Kind of Radical

Paul is radical, but not in a way we like. He is radical about killing sin. He wants us to stop having fits of anger. He wants us to cut out our gossiping tongue. He wants us to be thankful in all circumstances. He wants us to pray. He wants us to get rid of greed. He wants us to make sure we keep our speech clean. All of this sounds pretty boring and hard. What sounds more exciting a speaker talking about reaching your community for Christ or one talking about taming your wayward tongue?

We don’t like Paul’s call to be radical because it is a lot easier to love the lost whom we haven’t seen than our wife who we see every day. We don’t like it because forgiveness is hard (4:32) and fornication is easy (5:3). We don’t like it because we would rather be known for doing something amazing than be obscure and keep the peace (4:3).  We don’t like it because he says a lot about submission and nothing about evangelizing the ladies at Starbucks. In the end, those calls to be radical aren’t radical at all. They are just a distraction.   The Christian life is not about going some place for Jesus or doing great things for him. It is being holy right where we are. It  is loving our brothers and sisters in our churches. It is being faithful to our family obligations.  It is working hard at our vocations. In a fallen world, if we do this,  we are being radical enough. 



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By In Culture

The Tender Mercies of the Wicked

by Marc Hays

no-hungerIn 2008, presidential candidate Barak Obama promised that he would bring about the end of childhood hunger in America by 2015. Assuming, for the sake of argument, that these were not merely empty words aimed at winning him an election—a huge assumption, I know, but work with me here—would three meals per day, every day, for all the children in America necessarily make America a better place? In order to answer that question, one would need to know how this lofty goal was going to be accomplished. Does “ending childhood hunger in America” justify any means necessary? For example, if America invaded some other country, took all their food, brought it back here for our children, while the other country’s children starved, would that make America a better place? What if we killed all the babies under two and fed them to all the children old enough to make the cut—an immodest proposal, indeed—would that make America a better place? Certainly not. The two preceding options may appear to be more far-fetched than the current administration’s model for the redistribution of wealth; however, I assert that the current model is destroying the next generation, as well as our country, rather than improving them.

In the beginning, before any sin, cruelty, or suffering arrived on the scene, there was hunger. In the garden there were trees and these trees bore fruit, which was beautiful and good for food. In the garden was a man and this man bore an open ended digestive system, which was capable of being full and becoming empty. The fruit was designed to be eaten; the man was designed to eat. It was a match made in Eden.

But Adam had hunger pains that did not come from his belly and so do we. God created man, in His image, to work and to keep the garden; then to expand the garden by filling the earth and subduing it. Why has man—even the seed of Cain—gone out and tended gardens, flocks, and herds; invented the wheel, the tractor, and the combine; built trucks, trains, and ships? He was hungry for food. Why has man—even the seed of Cain—developed musical instruments, weaved ornate tapestries, and accomplished amazing architectural feats? He was hungry for more than food. We were not created to be merely practical, i.e., to get enough calories for the day; we were created in the image of God with the desire to create beautiful things for his glory, in response to his grace. This non-digestive “hunger” is evidenced in the beautiful things man has created.

Not only were people designed with a hunger for beauty, but also with a hunger that is only filled by finding satisfaction in the work of one’s own hands. You know that feeling you get when the work is done; you stand back, looking at it, and say to yourself, “Yeah. I did that, and it’s done.” That’s not always some sort of unbiblical pride. Your heart is not always an “idol factory.” The satisfaction you take in your work is a gift from God. He created you to work; he created you to enjoy working; and he created you to rejoice in the fruit of your hands. At the end of each day of creation, God “stood back,” assessed the work, and rendered a judgment: “That’s good.” This personal satisfaction, which can only come from personal labor, has been stamped in man’s very fabric. Perpetually giving food to those with no vested interest in its production may fill the belly, but it is a great injustice to the person, for it will strip the person of the dignity that comes from a “job well done.”

If any person, family, organization, or institution, such as the Federal government of these United States, believes that they can walk away from what God has said about man, while at the same time providing what children need to thrive, they are grievously mistaken. They imagine the child to be a creature with no Creator, therefore bearing no resemblance to that Creator. In their vain imaginations, they devise schemes which aim at seemingly noble purposes, but in the end will eliminate all hunger, including the hungers to work, to beautify, and to find satisfaction that every image-bearer of God needs to thrive. They destroy human dignity; they decay entire cultures; and they deny obeisance to their Creator. In the end, the well-intended, but ill-conceived mercies of the wicked are cruel.

For further study, check out this article by Theodore Dalrymple. It is his accounting of the real-time effects of the social welfare state in Great Britain.

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By In Culture

Eau de Vie – The Last Wisdom – A Poem by Luke Welch

by Luke A Welch

dédier à Francis Foucachon

 

Eau de Vie

This is a long poem. To read’s a decision
To find how the French have searched every last wisdom
of when to place white, and the rose, and the red,
and then when comes the cognac in meal that you’re fed?

And what of those drinks without place at the table?
They have their own place in this poetry fable.
With them we begin with their red, sweetness shown
And a trip to drink tea, miles far from Lyon.

We left the Lassaigne house, Roanne to see.
My friend met a friend so we stopped in for tea.
O each trip has a time for a mild tisane,
and the hard liquor poured in that house in Roanne.

Once went to a wedding for friends in the Lord,
the first time I had had the iced drink that they poured:
O don’t be surprised, for in France, here’s the truth
ask for a Martini, get sweet, red vermouth.

On a hot Lyon afternoon, mussels and fries
are paired up with a koolaid-red beer and comprise
the single course poem I eat ‘neath the walls
just outside of the theater of the Three Gauls.

But a tea, or a beer, or vermouthy surprise (more…)

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Dark Chocolate: A Table Fable

Dark Chocolate: A Table Fable

by Marc Hays

…..

A naked Crust once covered

In sourdough or wheat,

Post feasting had recovered,

And recently discovered

A friend who also suffered:

A Bone who once wore meat.

…..

Through suppertime attrition

They’d more than feelings hurt.

Both needing a physician,

With leery-eyed suspicion

Beheld the competition:

The final course–Dessert.

…..

She knew her mousse was fluffy

And chocolate tan was dark.

Her whipping cream was puffy;

She thought she was hot-stuffy.

To everyone rebuffy,

And friendly as a shark.

…..

The Eater poised and ready

With spoon split silken skin.

His progress slow and steady,

Reloaded, cocked, and ready,

For Dee-ssert Armageddy,

Completely did her in.

…..

So, Crust and Bone sat blinking

Without a disconcert.

Her ship–they watched it sinking;

Her beauty–watched it shrinking;

And right now they’re still thinking,

“She got her just dessert.”

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By In Books, Culture, Family and Children

Swinging at Cheese

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Cheese Ball

Folks who knew a younger me
remember that I was a fast runner
but not remarkable on defense
Not enough time spent in practice
No batting cage in my backyard
I could throw a one-hopper
from the centerfield fence to the catcher’s mitt
but had to be told, in vain,
what a cut-off situation was
that strength was not always strategy
that patience at the plate passes on cheese

I never hit a home run, in my short stint as a Dixie League ballplayer, though I do maintain that I did get an in-the-park homer in T-ball but had to be called back to second base for some reason that is still not clear to me. I do have images in my memory of pretty regularly getting myself caught out by popping up infield fly balls. You see, in my lack of experience, I was often guilty of zealously swinging at cheese. Oh well. I did get to watch Murphy play in the Astrodome. You can’t take that away from me.

cheesewheelsCheese – I like cheese with a fondness that has far outlived any interest that I may have once had in chasing balls. I remember walking down the street with my grandmother and ordering grilled cheese sandwiches at a diner that is no longer there. Cheese toast was her breakfast specialty. Cheese and crackers for an afternoon snack. Meager selections perhaps, but necessities from the days when parents wanted only to get calories into children whom they thought too skinny, who pediatricians thought were too fat. These days, I have the opportunity to sample respectable cheese just often enough that it remains a luxury and maintains it’s place in my heart – and perhaps in my arteries. I digress.

I am trying to instill in my four children an appreciation for a perfectly grilled cheese sandwich. I’ve given up on my wife. She’s still afraid of fat – turns up her nose at store-bought mayonnaise (except when I use it as the heat-conducting lipid on the outside of the bread). In my efforts to mold my children’s habits, I am being reminded just how intimidating something like cheese can be.

“Why is blue cheese blue,” eldest daughter asks.
“Because of mold,” comes mother’s reply.

Penicillium to be exact. A smelly bacteria found, like most wonderful things, by accident in the damp caves where cheese makers stored their cheese. The idea of good mold is a tough sell. Would you try that stuff if someone you trusted wasn’t shoving it under your nose? How hungry would you have to be?

If wine is glorified grape juice, then I offer that cheese is glorified milk. And fit for a kingly meal of bread and wine. The stuff of maturity. Stuff that takes time and know-how. Stuff that you have to develop a taste for.creamery9.jpg / Wensleydale Creamery

 “The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese,” wrote G K Chesterton, who was clearly a turophiliaca, around the turn of the 20th century. This may have not been the case even before his time, as has been pointed out in the excellent article Cheese Poet, over at Patheos, which pits Chesterton against 19th century poet James McIntyre.b At any rate, poets have certainly rectified the oversight with more than enough cheesy poetry since Chesterton’s time.

As one might suspect, Robert Farrar Capon had a thing or two to say on the subject of cheese. He saw food as ministry, and ministries aim to increase fellowship and return thanksgiving where it is due. The table provides just such an arena.

“He told his readers to save money by throwing the junk food (such as supermarket cheese with ‘the texture, but nowhere near the flavor, of rubber gloves’) out of their shopping basket. Then they could buy something decent instead—such as the best available butter. ‘The realm of the irreplaceable is no place to count cost,’ he wrote in Supper of the Lamb, a metaphysical treatise on cooking published in 1967 and popular ever since.” c

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In her book Eating With Joy: Redeeming God’s Gift of Food, Rachel Marie Stone writes:

“Once, when I still feared pleasure in food as potentially dangerous, I tried to make macaroni and cheese. But instead of good old-fashioned elbow pasta, I used whole wheat noodles. Instead of whole milk, I used soy milk. I did put a bit of real cheese in there but cut the amount by three-quarters and replaced the rest with pureed carrot. It was awful, truly awful, and not the kind of accidental awful that happens to every cook occasionally. It was awful by design, awful because it wasn’t intended to bring enjoyment — it was intended to be *healthy*…Maybe it was, in a limited sense, nourishing — bring necessary vitamins, minerals and every to the body and staving off hunger pangs. Certainly I was grateful to have it. It was a better meal than many people in the world would enjoy that night. But it certainly wasn’t satisfying in itself. If it was satisfying at all, it was only because of an *idea*: ‘I’m doing something that’s good for my body by ingesting this…This kind of cooking — cooking that is motivated by an idea, rather than by the wondrous materials of food — is a kind of asceticism, an exaltation of an idea (in this case, healthfulness) over pleasure, and indeed, over the sensory experience of food and eating. This approach to food is, as Robert Farrar Capon wrote, an ‘intellectual fad, imposing a handful of irrelevant philosophical prejudices on a grandly material business.’…But does the same God who calls us to his kingdom with words like ‘Listen carefully to me, and eat what is good, and delight yourselves in rich food’ (Is 55:2) also call us to dietary asceticism, to perfect adherence to regimens of health?” d

Pastor Randy Booth reminds us that the family table is the rehearsal hall of the the Lord’s communion table:

churchfriendly“The Table is the meeting place where we remember who we are and what has been done for us…that we are dependent and that God is our provider…We enter into fellowship with God as He serves us and with one another as we share…Similar things should be taught and received at our daily family tables…The meal is simple, but the lessons are large.” e

Some cheeses coat the palate, yield under the finger. Some have little flavor crystals that burst under tooth. Some challenge the olfaction. They draw the eye and enliven the salivary glands – signaling what is still to come over the remainder of the meal. But be patient. Pace yourself. Man best not try to live by cheese alone. I must say that for some time now, the promise of fried cheese curds is perhaps enough to one day tempt me to travel above the Sweet Tea Line, and visit friends to the bitter north. But perhaps it will take a little more than a fried appetizer. Maybe if it were promised as midpoint in a full course meal – maybe. You see, while some cheeses take time to create and practice to fully appreciate (and are perhaps best left to the experts), I have recently learned how relatively quickly some kinds (such as mozzarella) can be made at home. f. So, maybe later y’all. Till then, increase the feast.

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  1. a lover of cheese  (back)
  2. http://bit.ly/1aXXErQ  (back)
  3. read more here http://econ.st/1lgZVoN  (back)
  4. HT: Pastor John Barach  (back)
  5. pp 53-54, authors Randy Booth & Rich Lusk, edited by Uri Brito  (back)
  6. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BS_K9nVkAjE&feature=youtu.be  (back)

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I am no poet nor am I the son of a poet. I have never studied poetry, in any substantive way, and I claim to know little-to -nothing about the different types of meters, styles, etc. Yet, I have impulsively promised to you with a poem on food this week, and it is delivery that I have attempted. I will say that I am good with food, so I assumed, perhaps foolishly, that I would be good if poetry and food were combined. Quickly, I learned that having the relative capacity to enjoy a good meal does not mean that you know how to express your thoughts about it in any effective or artful way. Yet, my vow to deliver has been given, and so, here is my ode to food.  All of the food listed, excepting the collard greens, are the kinds of stuff my wife currently cooks. The collards are a link to my childhood in Mississippi where we would pick them from beside the woods and take them home where they would be lovingly prepared and eaten. It is my hope that, as you read on, you will get a feel for my own table  and what kind of food shows up there.

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Cabbage and carrots shredded in piles
Potatoes and eggs on the 4th of July
Parmesan and croutons named for a tyrant
Lettuce and tomato heaped on a plate
With dressing poured like lava

To make us fat.

Angel rolls one per hand
Steaming wheat from the oven
Sourdough torn and dipped
A loaf from France sprinkled with garlic
Mounds of yellow heaped on top

To make us fat.

Collard greens rise from the South
Black-eyed peas sing in the mouth
Mashed spuds covered in cheese
Refried beans cooked in bacon grease
Each one baptized in salt

To make us fat.

Spinach lasagna with ricotta
Beef roast 8 hours in the pot
A rack to eat without a fork
Fennel and cream on flattened pork
Seconds added to each platter

To make us fat.

Olives planted around the sides
The vine laughing at the end
The king seated at the head
Merry making wine in the middle
Grace given from the Creator

To make us fat.

“My soul will be satisfied as with fat and rich food, and my mouth will praise you with joyful lips.” ~ Psalm 63:5

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Bill Banning Homeschooling Proposed in French Senate

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Recently a bill was introduced into the French senate that proposes banning homeschooling in France, except for in the case of disability. The bill was registered with the senate on December 18, 2013.

In the above picture, the motto of the French Republic is visible for those entering, or perhaps exiting a doorway, and this is not an uncommon place for placing such a political and philosophical reminder. However much liberty may be called upon by the walls and friezes of French institution, if this bill is passed, then liberty is diminished for a false version of “equality.” Maybe everyone can have equal say about his neighbor’s children and their education. Or maybe it is false fraternity. We are all brothers. No man is a father, and no child is a son. Fathers are masters over sons. In this case no man is master over his son, but every man is a collective master over his neighbor’s son.

The bill, found here, gives this “collective” reasoning:

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Apéritif: A Poem About Pre-Meal Drinks

by Joffre Swait

Here’s the first of a series of poems on food to be published throughout this week by several Kuyperian authors.

We will follow the general course of a meal. It therefore gives me pleasure to open the proceedings by opening a bottle of dry sherry as a little  apéritif. A little something to get us started.

Apéritif

“La manzanilla de Sanlúcar y Los Puertos alegra a los vivos y resucita a los muertos.”

The insurance salesman and process management consultant

Will tell you that it’s best to trip light. Carry-ons, kid.

An acquaintance took bags to Rome, which with ancient

Tradition the natives stole while giving lodgment.

     Someone took my CDs in Madrid.

 

How like an avaricious hotel clerk

Is every meal you’ve taken in all your life.

The majority dashed off some sugars, and tried not to work.

And you, complicit or embarrassed fell asleep to their smirk,

     And blamed your schedule, or maybe your wife.

 

The very best meals have worked to impress and to wow

The sleepy tourist who fatly steps up to the table.

Because you travel heavy, with a weight on your brow,

The meal sneaks your time, your most valuable now,

     And sells to his cousin as quick as he’s able.

 

It is wiser to travel as if eating a five-course meal,

To show up with an empty stomach and an edge for appetite.

If you’re to eat the entire world with zeal,

To devour all they offer in Des Moines or Castile,

     Come wakeful-eyed with spine upright.

 

Travel light to your meals. Check in no worries or cares.

Simplicity and joy are the carry-ons you need.

If you don’t speak the language, listen and be aware.

Show up to the table ready, awake and légère.

     Let nothing be stolen from you while you feed.

 

If your palate is training, your start and first step must be bright.

Make yourself time to choose an apéritif,

Something dry and clean, to start up your tongue with light.

Calvados, or maybe champagne, or any wine that is white.

     Gin and tonic wakes your tongue before beef.

 

I remember the start a manzanilla sparked in my mouth.

This friend and I sat on the lawn, our wives cooking young,

Ten years ago. He in Minnesota now, I the South,

Our first children just babies, kept in the house,

     Our new lives on the tips of our tongues.

 

Which seems heavy, but tastes just like chamomile tea.

I still own that time, the little dry apples still carry

Lightly in the throat, an entire meal now free

To travel through time, not trapped by dull inattentive me,

     But wakeful once waked by a sherry.

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