Our meeting for worship this morning was great: four messages all of them timely and well related to one another.
But the 2nd hour dinner conversation (meeting for eating) has special material I want to share.
Our friend spoke of a lady he knew who prepares the most delicious, enticing dishes one can imagine. Everyone asks for the recipe, but somehow the concoctions of others never quite measure up to hers.
She was asked what extra ingredient she used to make it so good. "Well I put in love, she said." Fantastic, man! It developed that every cook's relative level of love does in fact have a real bearing on the resulting cookery, which is a parable of the Last Supper when Jesus gave to us his All.
I have never been a vegetarian, although as the years go by I find less and less taste for meat and more and more trouble digesting it. But this morning in casual conversation we received a very reasonable rationale for abstaining from meat:
Our speaker went on to say that farmers have learned to isolate the condemned animal so that the fear in it is not passed on to his peers. Other farmers have testified that when that isn't done, the other animals develop a level of fear that virtually poisons their meat.
Now consider the environment of the meat packing house. How much fear are we ingesting day by day with our slaughtered meat?