Why Sundays Are A Good Day For Thinking

I miss having all my Sundays off of work, but when God blessed me with a great job that I wasn’t even qualified for, of course I took it.  So this morning I didn’t get up and put my girls in their adorable dresses. I didn’t go to church. Instead, I stayed in my PJs and walked the ten feet from my bedroom to my office and sold mattresses.

I make the most of it and do as much regular “Sunday stuff” as I can. I’ll listen to last week’s sermon on the church website. I’ll get my Sunday paper and cut out coupons. When I get done with work at five, I’ll make a big dinner. I’ll think about where I’ve been and where I’ll go next, because Sundays are a great day for thinking about the big picture.

Let me start by saying I am not an expert on religion. I didn’t grow up going to church, not even on Christmas or Easter. I started my spiritual journey rather late in life, and at this point I can only be described as a student, and basically a kindergartner, maybe a first grader. But, I do take it seriously and I am determined to learn as much as I can. I go to Bible study, I attend a Christian college, and I pay attention to what is going on in the world in regards to religion. That’s where things can get rather heartbreaking.

The word evangelical means ‘good news’ or ‘gospel’. So we, as evangelical Christians, are called to spread the good news. Sounds like fun, right? But it can be scary, especially for those of us that are socially awkward, to find the right approach or the right moment to say, “Hey, you know what would make that situation better? Some Jesus!” Just because you believe something with all your heart doesn’t necessarily mean you can convey it to others. It can be hard. Unfortunately, there are things and people that make it harder.

I stumbled on a troubling Twitter page today, operated by a pastor out of Tennessee. The language he uses and the aggressive way he speaks in a lot of his videos truly broke my heart. I believe in spreading the ‘good news’. I don’t believe in name-calling and prejudice. I may not always agree with what happens in the world, in politics, or even in my own community, but what purpose does it serve to hate, and to spread that hate? Being an evangelical Christian is hard enough without those with a platform making a mockery of what Christians have been called to do. I fear that those who are lost will find this Twitter page and believe that this is the norm. It isn’t. At all. When we love the unlovely, hug those that are hurting, show the love we have of Christ through our actions towards others, whether or not they have the same beliefs as us, that is when we are truly “sharing the good news”. Love is what builds bridges. How has that gotten lost?

I know that once people step in the door of a chapel and experience kindness and fellowship it can change their life for the better, forever. I wish I could scoop up everyone in a big hug and plop them down at the Sunday service at my church. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t be there to witness it. I’d probably be working that day.  

Why Comfort Food Doesn't Always Work

Today we lost Anthony Bourdain. Watching the coverage I am feeling so sad that another life was lost to suicide.  I selfishly feel sorry for myself that I won’t be able to see any new episodes of his program that was so dynamic and gratifying. I’m even feeling a little jealous of those that got to be his friend, that called him Tony. What an amazing friend that would have been to have. He made us see how important food is, beyond nutrition. He showed us how our culturally distinct cuisine bridges gaps, how the ingredients and method of cooking make us diverse, yet the joy it brings makes us similar. He was one of a kind while showing us that we are not all that different. 

I’ve been thinking about my grandmother since I heard the news about Anthony Bourdain. While their deaths were very different (my grandmother died in a hospital surrounded mostly by people who really loved her after complications of an illness), their lives were similar. They were funny, bold, and enigmatic. My Grandma Lois was the best cook I’ve known, not because she had the best culinary skills on the planet (though she was a dynamo in the kitchen) but because I really loved eating whatever she made, and I loved eating it with her. She was the closest person that I have ever lost, and the last thing I wanted for a long time after she died was comfort food, because she was the queen of comfort food and it just made me downright heartbroken. After time had passed, I was able to make meals like she did and enjoy them with a smile on my face while thinking of her. She is still missed, but she is celebrated through the legacy she left, which for me is mostly in the kitchen. 

So today, while I eat with little appetite, I will make a toast. I will call him Tony, because we could have been friends. I will have dinner without much enthusiasm. I know that I will continue going to different places, eating unfamiliar, delicious foods, and I will be able to do it with a smile thinking about Tony and the influence he had on me and everyone else that had the pleasure of watching him explore, discover, and live. Godspeed, sweetheart!