Monday, May 28, 2007

Chinese Fortunes

I went out to dinner tonight to Jiang's. Great Chinese is a guilty pleasure for me. I don't know any places for it in Birmingham, so I don't indulge very often. Tonight I had an interesting fortune: "Life is not a struggle. It's a wiggle." What does that mean?

Some other unusual fortunes I've collected:
  • Ssoorryy,, dduupplleexx sswwiittcchh oonn..
  • A smile is your personal welcome mat. (I guess I'll be careful whom I offer them to!)
  • About time I got out of that cookie.
  • Don't kiss an elephant on the lips today. (Arguably always good advice)
  • A woman who seeks to be equal with men lacks ambition.
  • A nice cake is waiting for you. (See earlier posts. I like cake.)

New Wine

I heard a story once about a man who liked a particular beverage made with fermented grapes. He liked its smell. He liked its taste. He liked the way it felt on his tongue. He liked everything about it. Deciding to brew some himself, he got a recipe and got to work. He bottled his concoction and placed them in a storage shed. A few days later he and his family were startled awake by a loud noise. The man opened the storeroom door, sure that he was about to confront an intruder. It was no intruder, but instead the bottles had exploded. The man had filled the bottles a little too full and capped them too tight.

On Pentecost, exploding wine bottles might not seem the best way to celebrate the birth of the church. But really, the comparison fits. Jesus' apostles were filled with the spirit so much that some said they'd had too much wine, or were filled with a new wine. The Holy Spirit was within them and bubbling out, filling the streets of Jerusalem, and to the ends of the earth. Like the bottles, the apostles were exploding with the spirit. The new wine of the spirit filled them.

Pentecost as it is described in Acts seems like such an ancient thing, but when we see it that way, it becomes easy to just go through the motions of faith and forget about our gifts. Perhaps this is the right time to remember that all Christians are given gifts for ministry. How are you using yours?

I am more shy in some ways than most people would guess. Growing up I thought I'd be a doctor, or an editor of some sort. I never thought I'd be an attorney. But, I think I have a particular sensitivity towards service for the elderly and children. I see practicing law as an opportunity to minister. How wonderful would it be to have a career that truly honored God? One that just feels good because it helps others. I have been so blessed that I feel compelled to give back however I can. Although it is a non-traditional legal career, I think it will be a powerful one.

Memorial Day

My favorite veteran I lost my junior year of college. Papa served in WWII. He met my grandma when she was a pin-up model for the army.


Robert E. Behling

Hissing, spitting crackling
like an iron over a dancing flame,
the equipment shows him how to breathe,
the way he showed me how to do just about everything.
I watch his chest rise and fall,
In and out, in and out, in ... like his memory in the past year.
Towards the end, the man who changed my life just by living,
struggled to make change after buying coffee.
It's hard to admit that he wasn't who I grew up knowing,
Yet his decline most influenced my future.
He taught me to be proud,
of my heritage, my character, and my passions.
As he left this life, he led the way
for me to follow, so that I might lead.
My angel left this world,
but not before empowering me to change it.

The first few lines refer to gullet making, a type of traditional Belgian cake. The process of making gullets has been passed down through generations. Papa gave me his gullet iron before he got sick. He wanted to make sure that the tradition continued, and I am honored to do so.

May God guard and bless those who defend and protect our freedom.