Supper 10/30

Posted on October 30, 2007
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Late out of work (about six). Late out grocery shopping. Late start to supper.

Two leg and thigh pieces of chicken, cooked stovetop over medium heat with a little bit of water to help keep from scorching and to add some steam heat, and dressed with a Romano salad dressing. Kept covered.

Spaghetti squash, frozen earlier in the year fresh from an uncle’s garden. About a cup and a half. One clove of garlic and some parsely flakes. Heated on the stovetop.

Spaghetti–the pasta, this time. Perhaps half a pound. Thrown into boiling water.

Combine all these ingredients, setting aside half for tomorrow’s lunch.

The results were a little bland, which I addressed with pepper and parmesean cheese. More dressing might have worked, too, and more garlic.

Too cool for my own good

Posted on October 29, 2007
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When I first moved to this apartment, back in July, ice formed in the milk jug because the refrigerator was set too cold. Not that it was set to its coldest setting; rather, I have been pushing it slowly further and further past the half-way point, unwilling to push the dial all the way over to the warmest setting. After all, “warmest” is not what a refrigerator is for, is it? But meat pulled from the freezer the night before is still hard by next evening. I think I am just too used to overcrowded refrigerators that can’t properly cool their entire payloads.

Now that cold weather has finally set in, though, I have thought about climbing in there to warm up. The heat is not included in my rent, I pay for it myself, but the superintendent had made a few dour remarks about when the landlord would “turn on” the heat, and I dislike spending my after-work hours on household chores, so I had not paid much attention to the heat. Until recently, it’s been warm enough. After a few days here and there of feeling decidely chilly, I got around to asking what exactly needed to be done to get the heat turned on.

Calling for prices at the last minute, I only found two suppliers listed in the “thin” phone book I have (and no better luck with a quick search online). I called both, and at this point only one offered a price-capped plan. So, although their upfront rate was higher when I called (Thursday, I think), I bought from them.

By the time my oil was delivered today, the price had already gone up above the price I locked in–which was already 25 cents a gallon more than the flucating rate quoted by the competitor. I don’t know how many deliveries of oil I will need over the winter, but I don’t feel too bad about the price I still managed to hang on to.

I still feel cold, though. That will go away soon. Just as I began to write this, shivering, I checked the thermostat again, wondering why I felt so definitely cold. I guess I set the thermostat to 58 instead of 68. The furnace had kicked on a couple of times anyway. Yeah, it’s definitely time to turn on the heat.

Borne out of time

Posted on October 29, 2007
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Ovid Weeps for Me
When first I heard your distant cry,
It cut exceeding fine
And loosed my heart to rise to you;
But I would not let it go.
How true the premonition:
What’s given is ne’er regained.

You stooped down to find my gate;
I was faint to let you in.
I never thought one so high as you
Could bear the dust of me.
At first I trembled to lead you through
All the muck and clutter,
But you brought forth a guise
Of blind humility;
And in your quiet serenity
You corrupted me.

At your laughter I yearned to show
All my treasured places.
To your willing ear I told my sacred stories;
The words of my life were jewels to me.
I gave them all to you.

I thought that I could graft you in
The most fruitful bough
Of life’s beloved tree.
Now you cast aside forgotten
What once was dear to me.

If the gemstones of my soul
Are a passing souvenir,
Why did you come for them?
If naught to you,
Why did you take them away?
Not carnal stones,
But fragile intangible crystals
Of my imagined worth.

Is life always such adventure
In the high circles where you fly?
Can you be bored
With such endless flowers?
Your rainbow wake
Has disturbed my simple gray.
I will never be still again.

September / October 2003

If Only

Posted on October 29, 2007
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When I recently read through John’s account of the ressurrection of Lazarus, I noticed something I had missed before.

“Now Martha said to Jesus, ‘Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that whatever You ask of God, God will give You.’

“Jesus said to her, ‘Your brother will rise again.’

“Martha said to Him, ‘I know that he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.’

“Jesus said to her, ‘I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?’

“She said to Him, ‘Yes, Lord, I believe that You are the Christ, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.'” [John 11:21-27]

When Martha says, “But even now I know that whatever You ask of God, God will give You,” it almost sounds as though she is  hinting that Christ could raise Lazarus from the dead. But just a little later, Martha does not want to roll to stone from the tomb, and Jesus rebukes her by saying, “Did I not say to you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?” So Martha has not understood Jesus. Usually I am satisifed that I have understood Jesus’ intention to physically raise Lazarus at that time, which is obviously (I thought) what Martha missed.

But there’s another angle to the whole exchange. Jesus said “He who believes in me, though he may die, he shall live,” after Martha already said “I know that he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.” When Jesus speaks of die-and-then-live, He is talking about the same resurrection that Martha is talking about. Arguably, when Jesus first said, “Your brother will rise again,” He meant on that day. Yet this is not the direction of His clarification. Martha says, “Yes, he’ll rise again eventually,” and instead of Jesus saying, “No, I mean right now,” He instead says “I am the resurrection and the life.”

He is answering her first question, or implied question. “If You had been here,” Martha said, “my brother would not have died.” Why didn’t you come? Jesus answers with an implied question of his own, a prompting if you will. He asks, in essence, “If you believe that your brother will rise again, tell Me by whom and by what power will he be raised?” Or, to further elaborate, “If your brother had eternal life in Me, and if he will live again at the end of time, then how can you say I was not here? If he was in Me, then I was in Him, and I was here.”

Although Martha is willing to call Jesus the Christ, and the Son of God, she is not able to credit Him–Jesus of Nazareth, Jesus the man before her eyes–with the power to reach across time and space. She did not understand that this same Person, not just some far-off God, would give life to every believer at that long-distant day. It was not His presence that lacked, but her appreciation of His presence.

Martha repeats the same discounting of the nature of Christ when she hesistates to remove the stone. Jesus repeats that “if you would believe you would see the glory of God.” To see His glory implies His presence. He is always present, but His glory is not always seen, because when we do not like what we have seen, we refuse to see Him.