Meatloaf that went Bad

Posted on October 5th, 2004 by Jeremy.
Categories: Religion.

Yesterday is done, and I’m soooo glad. Now onto last night and my musings on religious thought

I got done with a day that had left me feeling Happy….yes happy.

I haven’t felt content and pretty good for awhile. I’ve noticed my spiral toward cynicism and bitterness halt for a moment. Sure it could be that my grasp was on a root jutting from the cliff of life and I was able to hold onto that root for mere moments before plummeting to my doom. But I was holding and it felt good.

I rushed to Ralphs to pick up the makings of MaRule’s famous Meatloaf for the family and flew home to cook it.

In the process I asked El Penguino (clap clap) to come up and help me for a tiny bit.

“Could you put some more Garlic salt in there?”

He reached over and put a dash.

“No more than that”.

As is everything with El, he went Big. He had opened the opposite side of the garlic dispenser and dumped alot…I MEAN ALOT of salt in the mix.

“Oh man”

I was hoping that it wouldn’t be that bad. That somehow I could mix it in enough that it wouldn’t taste that bad…..it didn’t happen. It didn’t happen at all.

Though M2 loved it, I was having a hard time, as well as Shedaily and El Penguino (clap clap) at swallowing these brown saltlicks.

I started drinking water alot. That salt was getting to me…ugh…well I’ll just have to try again some other time.

I sat down with a blank book my father had given me when I was in Jr. High and was going to do something I haven’t done probably since I have been in Jr. High.

Draw.

I’m not good at it. In fact i’m fairly atrocious, but I have to have the gene somewhere, If I can just get past the fact that I have no patience for art I’m sure I would be okay. After all, my grandmas, my father, my sister, and even my bro are good artists. I should be able to do something.

So there I was, watching Vegas and drawing. It felt good…it felt content. But…I got bored after about 10 minutes and soon I was just watching the show that was set before me.

After that I went to he seclusion of my room and popped in the Graduate. Didn’t watch it all because…well…I needed to sleep, but got through half of it, and I have to say, it is a better movie now that I’m older than when I was younger and just wished that all the characters would drop dead from some inexplicable disease.

I need help.

For those that don’t want to wax on about religious matters please refrain from going further with your eyeballs. Gracias

There are two religious themes that are rolling around in my head at the moment and I thought that I would share them with YOU the viewing audience.

The first was reflected to me in the humor of God. He often answers my well meaning prayers quickly. Sometimes too quickly, and most often he does this when it comes to girls.

I reallllly want to go into more detail, but I’m a wuss in these matters and will reluctantly refrain.

Regardless the outcome had me whining to God about the “why’s” in peoples choices which triggered something that C.S. Lewis said (as per the PBS Special)

(I’m paraphrasing)

“As an atheist I lived a very contradictory existance, as most do. On one hand I believe that God did not exist, and consequentially am mad at him for Not existing”

Now this wasn’t to spark a debate on atheism. It was more to illuminate the contradicitions that I hold. Mainly, that here I am mad at God for a decision that someone else makes in their own life. A God that provides free will, individual choice, and I’m getting mad at that that person or persons for exercising their God given right. Maybe not to my liking, but it’s nothing that can be changed by a flick of the holy switch, or a prayer from the oh so holy Jeremy. No…not all choices are wise, and this does not mean that suddenly we should give up hope of persuasion or protest, especially to potentially, or very real, choices. But when it is something as mundane as someones choice of affection, or job, or place to live, it really is a matter of choice (maybe with some guiding direction from the good Lord above).

It’s humbling. It also makes you realize alot of the worlds woes are not due to God or not due to God but can be attributed to the choices of individual human beings being idiotic.

So that was the humbling of the week.

My next one (even heavier in my religious perspective) has to do with something that a guest preacher at our church said. (I’m paraphrasing again) She talked of Church not supposed to being a place that keeps people saved from week to week. It’s not supposed to be that life resuscitating machine that comes in at the last second and keeps you from your suicidal plunge into secularism. That’s not its function. No it’s not the Deus es Machina!

And how many of us (I’m talking to myself here really), find the “rock” on which we stand pelted from day to day and just long to reach a sunday or a Wed to be reconstituted for a further battle?

Instead of being confidant with where we are, what we believe and using that to lead, help, and serve in a way that would make our Christ proud, we waffle, compromise we

“For the time will come when men will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear.

They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths.

But you, keep your head in all situations, endure hardship, do the work of an evangelist, discharge all the duties of your ministry.“
2Timothy 4:3-5

We forget our first love.

I’m not saying that we all do this. I know though in my own life I look to church as a battery charger, instead of me becoming a battery charger to those at church.

Who prays for the prayers?

So in order to encourage myself and those of you that might need it, I want to throw some scriptures down about our Rock. Our unmoving, unshakeable lover of the soul that is the foundation to a happy life!

Matt 16:18
on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not overcome it.

No one, no one can shake the reality of God and his Son. The devil can cajole, distort, attack, but he cannot overcome

Luke 6:48
He is like a man building a house, who dug down deep and laid the foundation on rock. When a flood came, the torrent struck that house but could not shake it, because it was well built.

Life throws you some crap…it doesn’t matter where you are or what is going on crap comes your way. I’m prone to believe the bigger the problem usually means that you are or could potentially be a big threat to the enemy (ie: guy with traditionally, horns).

Romans 9:33
As it is written: “See, I lay in Zion a stone that causes men to stumble and a rock that makes them fall, and the one who trusts in him will never be put to shame.”

Sounds like a promise to me. Hold strong to that foundation that makes the wise seem foolish. The thing (christianity) that causes many a people great headaches. A philosophy that revolutionized a world. Trust in him and you will never be put to shame…sounds good to me

The thing that sometimes we have to remind ourselves is the reality of the situation. If all of this was B.S. I obviously wouldn’t believe in it. And maybe tomorrow I’ll believe it’s not true. But today I know it is. Today I can see the peace that settles from knowing where my foundation of truth is. The peace that comes from a God that answers prayer, that lifts me up, that rights the wrongs and helps me through the rough and lifts me higher during the good.

Can I get an AMEN!?

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