Stay True
Our Crock-Pot is the casualty of a church dinner, its
three legs now reduced to two that one rubber appendage
knocked away by some helpful Lutheran brother just not
paying attention. We swept the house, as the parable says,
looking for the lost leg. But no luck. These things happen.
Yet long before we were Lutheran we were Baptist, and
Baptists are savers and scrimpers and make-doers. So we
leaned on our roots and prosthetized with the lid of a candle
from Bath & Body Works to shore it up level for dishes like
beef bourguignon, which would never show up at a Baptist or
Lutheran potluck (too decadent) but is a frequent recipe now
in our house because beyond the denominations of men
the sons and daughters of God must stay true to their nature:
we are new-wine-skinners soldiering on in the war for joy.
You’ve taken me back to my Baptist roots and made me smile. This is delightful!
Hallelujah for new wineskins…..and joy.
I attend the First Baptist building,but my love for religious art tells me I’m still part Catholic.
Your comments are cause for introspection,as usual.
God bless yall.
The war for joy! Love it.
Soldier away, man. Soldier away. LOVE this a whole lot.
Ha! Love this, Mr. Baptist/Lutheran Jesus Lover!