Monday, October 22, 2007

Peter

Peter, an apostle of Jesus Christ,

To God's elect, strangers in the world, scattered throughtout Utah, Indiana, Idaho, Philippines, Switzerland and Germany, who have been chosen according to the fore-knowledge of God the Father, by the sanctifying work of the Spirit, for obedience to Jesus Christ and sprinkling by his blood: Grace and peace be yours in abundance.

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade-kept in heaven for you, who through faith are shielded by God's power until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials.

Therefore, prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; set your hope fully on the grace to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed. As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance. But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; for it is written: "Be holy, because I am holy."

As you come to him, the living Stone- rejected by men but chosen by God and precious to him- you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.

Finally, all of you, live in harmony with one another; be sympathetic, love as brothers, be compassionate and humble. Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing. For,
"Whoever would love life
and see good days
must keep his tongue from evil
and his lips from deceitful speech.
He must turn from evil and do good;
he must seek peace and pursue it.
For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous
and his ears are attentive to their prayer,
but the face of the Lord is against
those who do evil."
Who is going to harm you if you are eager to do good? But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed. "Do not fear what they fear; do not be frightened." But in your hearts set apart Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect, keeping a clear conscience , so that those who speak maliciously against your good behavior in Christ may be ashamed of their slander.

Verses taken from chapters 1,2 and 3 of 1 Peter and out of the NIV.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Mus Musculus


That is Latin for "mouse" and plays a star roll in my last late night experience. Given the blood chilling horror of the coming tale (no pun intended) please read with caution. Also for those of you who might not know, my sisters and I sleep in an apartment over the garage, about a hundred feet from the house. There is no running water in said apartment.

Upon waking at 1:30 in the morning and finding my self in need of water, I promptly debated for fifteen minutes on whether or not the drink was truely necessary. My night time psyche argued "but of course one must drink to live" however my daytime psyche who remembered the toils of the day said "sleep, sleep, ah sweet sleep". "Oh foolish nightime girl, never again will I listen, insantity runs in thy vains". Shaking off the warm covers I staggered down the stairs making for the kitchen sink, wrapped in a snuggly fleece robe but forgetting the slippers. Which in retrospect will be filed under BAD MISTAKE Of the YEAR.

It is pertinent to mention here our new neighbor, one who stalks our chickens and eats them, one that (if tempted) might even stalk and eat ME, so crossing our yard in the dark of night isn't for the lily-livered. Compounded by that, three cats and one dog (who is scared of her tail) run sneak attacks from behind and while on the lookout for a Mountain Lion, this can make you cough up your spleen. Or at the very least cause one to leap like a gazelle into the air, lateral off the house and use the picnic table as a launch. Getting a drink after that rather feels like drinking out of the Well of the Waters of Life as in the old stories, even if I'm drinking out of a plastic mug instead of a gold chalice.

Now it would seem that we have come to the end of the yarn and you ask me "but the mouse, what about the mouse?", I'm getting to that dear child be patient. Since our dog is scared of even the rain I decided to take her back to the garage with me and let her sleep there. I stepped off the walk-way on to the damp grass, called to her and, moving briskly in a weaving pattern, (ment to confuse any BIG cats) I trotted across the lawn. In mid trot my bare unsuspecting foot came down squarely.....on a dead mouse. Stricken and cringing, a shiver swayed the core of my soul and streaked through my body and I flinched as I had never flinched before. My mind screaming in silent panic, slowly grasped that I was no longer standing on the ground, I was hanging suspended about three feet in the air held there by the force of my horror. After a few seconds and with firm resolve I calmly got off the air and walked the rest of the way to my room stating over and over "I don't want to know, I don't want to know".

Upon getting into the room a sock was placed on the offending foot and I went to sleep. There's not much else you can do after stepping on a dead mouse, in the rain at 1:30 in the morning. However it will be shivery night in a volcano the next time I go out not wearing my slippers.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Chocolate Once Again

Can one have to many blogs dedicated to this Phenomenal Comfit? I put it to you that no indeed there can not, this Confection has spand the globe like no other thing ever has...besides beer. But that is another post and not one to be written by me. But I bable, I shall just take an excerpt from the definitive work on this subject, Chocolate: The Consuming Passion by Sandra Boynton.

Bittersweet Chocolate
Although many prefer more mellow, simple strains, a select audience appreciates the sharp, fine intensity of bittersweet. For these discriminating few, chocolate is not so much a physical indulgence as a metaphysical experience. The disciple of bittersweet looks beyond the sensuous to chocolate's spiritual qualities, and finds there an aura, a mystique, a mythos second only to Motherhood.
Those who have this commitment to "Chocolate for Chocolate's Sake" hesitate to allow other ingredients to compromise its purity: Bittersweet usually contains around fifty percent chocolate liquor.
Because of its distinct "bite" true bittersweet offers a marked advantage over other kinds of chocolate: Almost no one will ask more than once to share it with you. For those who strive to attain the highest level of chocolate consciousness-and to further minimize their exposure to "friends of convenience"-it is worthwhile to develop a taste for completely unsweetened chocolate.

How true this is, rarely does anyone wish to share with me my 85 percent Cocoa bar. And I have no "friends of convenience" *sigh* it is good being a bittersweet lover. Now we can't close this chapter without mentioning milk chocolate.

Milk Chocolate
Although drinking chocolate was a well-established activity by the latter part of the nineteenth century, "eating chocolate" (introduced by Fry and Sons in 1847) was still somewhat of a novelty. Daniel Peter, famed Swiss chocolatier, was inspired to try to improve the smoothness and taste of the new candy.
Peter's idea was to combine some other ingredient with chocolate to balance its rough flavor. Naturally, his first thought was, "What does Switzerland have in abundance that I could use to process with chocolate?" His answer: Cheese. The resulting experiment was notoriously unsuccessful.
A number of ill-fated mixtures (grass, edelweiss, watch movements, numbered bank accounts) followed. In fact, no one actually knows how, in 1874, Peter finally stumbled on the answer, although there is some evidence that the simple suggestion of a neighbor ("Moo") was the crucial catalyst.

Or carob.

Carob
Carob is a brown powder made from the pulverized fruit of a Mediterranean evergreen. Some consider carob an adequate substitute for chocolate because it has some similar nutrients (calcium, phosphorus), and because it can, when combined with vegetable fat and suger, be made to approzimate the color and consistency of chocolate. Of course, the same arguments can as persuasivly be made in favor of dirt.

I will leave you with a few more provocative
observation by Ms Boynton.

The greatest tragedies were written by the Greeks and by Shakespeare. Neither knew chocolate. The Swiss are known for nonviolence. They are also known for superb chocolate.