Let us put by some hour of every day for holy things...

I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails.
I will believe the Hand which never fails,
From seeming evil, worketh good for me.
And though I weep because those sails are tattered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered:
I trust in Thee.
--Ann Kimmel

Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines, the labor of the olive shall fail and the fields shall yield no meat, the flock shall be cut off from the fold and there shall be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. Habakkuk 3:17-18

Monday, December 17, 2012

Snow in the Forecast

My husband just came in to announce that the weatherman says to expect one to three inches of snow tonight, and a possible 2-5 inches tomorrow. Now for those of you in really frigid, snowy climes that probably rates a "so what?" but here in the Pacific Northwest it doesn't take much snow to cause problems for drivers. Especially when you live in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains, as we do. Hills, curving country roads, and black ice can make for fairly daunting conditions. Or at least, I find them so! Which could be a problem because I seriously need to get groceries!

Today I had to do some creative scrounging and combining of odds and ends to come up with lunch for the three of us. You know that routine you do when you're rummaging wildly through the canned goods cupboard, trying to find something--anything--to make a reasonable palatable, marginally nutritious meal out of the disparate ingredients available.

The good news is, I actually managed it! Just a few oddball cans, and I came up with a tasty soup, just perfect for a cold, wet winter day. Plus it was lightning fast to make, and my husband really liked it. Here's the recipe if you'd like to try it. It'd make a great meal after a rush day of Christmas preparations and activities.

 Chicken Corn Chowder

1 10.7 ounce can condensed cream of chicken soup
1 12-ounce can of evaporated milk
1 10-ounce can of chunk chicken in broth
1 11-ounce can Mexicorn, drained 

Combine all four ingredients in a heavy-bottomed (preferably nonstick) saucepan. Heat through, stirring frequently, without bringing to a boil. Add pepper to taste.

This fed three hungry adults with a bit left over.    
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In Saturday's post, I mentioned an editorial I wanted to share. I first read it several years ago and copied it because I was inspired by its refreshing common sense and plain speaking. It has been attributed to a University of Alabama School of Law professor named Joyce Minor, though I have not verified that. I present it here for your consideration.

    "I grew up in rural America in the '50's and '60's. On any given day, you could walk through the high school parking lot and observe that half the vehicles parked there were trucks with windows rolled down and doors unlocked. Most of them carried, as standard equipment, an FFA sticker (Future Farmers of America for you city folks] and a gun rack with at least one gun, usually loaded. You could make the same observation at any of the four high school campuses in our county. Amazingly, I do not ever recall reading or hearing about mass shootings in any of those high schools. What has changed in America is not the accessibility of guns, but the character of man.
         On the wall in my parents' home is a plaque awarded to my father in recognition of service for 27 years on the local school board. He told me that for years, a standard requirement on every teacher's contract was membership in a local church. I remember starting every school day with the pledge and a prayer. I remember when girls who got pregnant in high school were ashamed, when abortions were illegal, when the divorce rate was not 50% because couples stayed together for the kid's sake, when there were no X-rated movies, when milk cartons didn't have missing kids faces on them and I didn't know anyone personally who used drugs. I remember when kids were taught respect for authority and accountability to God.        
     I hear people say that the good old days weren't always so good but please don't tell me you think these are better. Last night I attended a high school football game that was covered by local and national news. The news coverage was not about the football teams, but about the defiance of a court order by one brave little Texas town to preserve the right to pray before a football game. The more this country struggles to free itself from religion, the more we become entangled in the consequences. If people are taught that they came from slime, the obvious questions and consequences must follow; What is the purpose of my existence [hopelessness], who made you the boss of me [lawlessness], why are your rules good and mine bad [relativism], what does it matter how I live if I came from slime and return to slime [immortality and inhumanity]?        I realize that in any given poll, the vast majority of Americans claim to believe in God. I claim to believe that running is good for me but that does not make me a runner. Putting on my running shoes and running makes me a runner. The climbing abortion rate, murder rate, divorce rate, alcoholism and drug abuse rate, child and spousal abuse rate contradict that claim and prove that actions speak louder than words. It is an observable truth that the best time you will ever make on any American City freeway is on Sunday morning because there are no traffic jams getting to church. 
     For those who believe that separation of church and state is not enough, that the world would be better off with no church at all, ask yourself this question: How many hospitals, universities, orphanages, homeless and abuse shelters have been founded by the ACLU or American Atheist Society? It is the inclusion of the word Catholic, Baptist, Presbyterian, Christian, etc., in the name of so many of these institutions that proves by actions, not just words, who really cares for the suffering of mankind and desires to make the world better. The question that people should be asking is not "Why does God allow tragedies?" but "When will we realize that no nation, in the history of the world, has ever separated itself from God and evolved to a better society?"        
Of course, to answer, you would have to know history. Most people, it would seem, prefer People magazine."
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1 comment :

  1. I very much agree with the editorial that you posted. I am happy that you shared it!