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If life were like a musical

Saturday, July 31st, 2010

This is a post I started a couple weeks ago after watching a high school musical. I love musicals, and am always amused at spontaneous song and how far from reality they really are. I started thinking… what if life were like a musical?

– Feeling down? Let’s sing a song! We’ll pull it out of thin air and it’ll rhyme and everything!

– Everyone would sound so witty. With life scripted, we’d all come up with good comebacks and great jokes. No more, “I should have said THAT!” two hours later.

– Nothing wraps a day up better than a choreographed number. How much more fun would life be if we all just broke into spontaneous song and dance? Who knows how all of us know each step? Just jump on in!

– We’d all know how to sing and dance. No off key people in a musical world… sheer bliss. No two left feet. We’re all in rhythm.

– We’d have really fun clothes. And crazy makeup.

– We’d know what everyone else was thinking/feeling. With all the overacting, there’s no way to not know.

– Life would be easier. Everything has to be wrapped up in about 2 1/2 hours. No loose ends, closure where needed, and always a happy ending.

Worship in unexpected places

Monday, July 26th, 2010

I have struggled in worship at church lately, for various reasons. It seems the littlest things will tear me out of the mode of worship. A typo on the powerpoint slide (Really? Could no one take a moment out of their crazy, insane Sunday morning and change that your to you’re?), the babbling child behind me (We do have a nursery, y’know), even the person a few rows up with their hands raised to the heavens (Down in front! You’re blocking the powerpoint typos!). It’s truly frustrating, as worship through music has always been a powerful thing for me. I’m sure some would say something spiritual like Satan is trying to stand between me and Jesus. I think it’s just me, really.

I went to a wedding this past weekend, and was pleasantly surprised to find Jesus waiting there for me. The ceremony was a true worship service. It was largely an Anglican service (with some Presbyterian intermixed) which meant it was long. I think some were shifting uncomfortably in their seats with each passing minute (especially the teenager sitting next to me), but I loved every minute. I love wedding ceremonies that are packed with meaning. Not just aimless words or painful vows written by the bride and groom, but real meaning. This one had meaning all throughout. It had all the traditional wedding ceremony elements (“Dearly beloved…” “…in sickness and in health…”) but it was also laced with Scripture (and NOT 1 Corinthians 13! Woo hoo!), hymns, and meaningful prayers. I know that many people are not hymn fans,but I really do have a love for them. Maybe it’s because it’s what I grew up with. Before powerpoint slides and big projectors, we actually used the hymnals in the pews. I used to open the book and wonder what all the black markings meant, and marveled at the fact that everyone else around me seemed to know how to read these strange markings. As I began to devote a large part of my life to learning these strange markings, hymns became very special. At the wedding, the bride walked down the aisle to Be Thou My Vision (very cool) and later we sang And Can It Be, Holy Holy Holy, and It is Well With My Soul. As we sang, I just relaxed and worshipped.

One thing that caught me by surprise was that we were singing hymns during communion. What caught me by surprise was the fact that I didn’t mind it. One of my biggest worship pet peeves has become singing during communion. Mainly because I’m trying to pray and prepare myself for this holy sacrament. When vocals begin, I can now only focus on the words being sung and not the words I was trying to pray through in my head. There have been many times where I have thrown up my hands in frustration and not taken communion, because I can’t focus, and I don’t feel ready to accept the elements. And I don’t take that lightly. If I am not in the right place, it is not my place to take communion. For some reason at this wedding, the singing didn’t bother me. I think it’s because there was plenty of quiet time before that, as the minister prepared the elements. In the bulletin, it even says: “The Celebrant breaks the consecrated Bread. A period of silence is kept.” I had some quiet time and time to prepare myself, so the singing while the 200 people there came forward for communion wasn’t nearly as distracting.

I was also blessed by the prayers throughout the service as well. There was a series of prayers that was prayed over the newly married couple. I was touched by them.

Give them wisdom and devotion in the ordering of their common life, that each may be to the other a strength in need, a counselor in perplexity, a comfort in sorrow, and a companion in joy. Amen.

Give them grace, when they hurt each other, to recognize and acknowledge their fault, and to seek each other’s forgiveness and yours. Amen.

Give them such fulfillment of their mutual affection that they may reach out in love and concern for others. Amen.

Grant that all married persons who have witnessed these vows may find their lives strengthened and their loyalties confirmed. Amen.

Throughout all my worship struggles, I’m thankful that God will still meet me, even when I’m not expecting it.

Adventures in tofu

Wednesday, July 21st, 2010

Drew and I have a good friend who has a love affair with cilantro. Seriously. He’s decided the way he will know his future wife is when she is swept off her feet by the bouquet of cilantro he gives her. So glad romance isn’t dead.

I think he has said several times something to the effect of, “If it’s got cilantro, it’s got to be good.” Or maybe it was, “Cilantro makes everything better!” At any rate, we found the one exception. At least for him. Cilantro tofu.

Since Drew is all about gags, he decided spending $3.99 on this stuff would be worth it to see Brian’s reaction. I think his initial reaction was, “Wow.” (Not a good wow.) When asked if he would try it, I believe his reaction was, “Hell no.”

So we stuffed it back into the Publix bag, planning on taking it back to the store, since Drew had gotten his laugh in. We took it home, and put it in the fridge, with the receipt nearby. But last night, when I was home alone for dinner, I was searching the fridge for something different. And my eyes fell on the tofu.

I can hear my dad now. “TO-FU? Ew!” Tofu is one of those weird foods he loves to make fun of. But for a world traveler who has munched on fried grasshopper and even tried a few bites of guinea pig (tastes like chicken), tofu doesn’t faze me a bit. In fact, I’ve had it before, and kind of liked it. I just had no idea how to cook it. Google to the rescue!

I found a few different websites, and learned a few interesting tid bits on this protein packed product. Don’t eat it raw. It contains bacteria that will not be kind to you later. At the very least, you must steam tofu to kill all those nasty suckers. Many of the cooking methods involved marinating for an hour. I’m sure that would be tasty, and I knew from experience that tofu takes on the flavor of whatever you cook it with, but frankly, I didn’t have that kind of time. And since it was CILANTRO tofu, I didn’t want to pull in too many other flavors. I wanted to see how much of the cilantro I could taste.

So I simply decided to pan fry it, and try it atop some rice with some fresh steamed asparagus.

Yum

I opened the package and drained it, gently squeezing it to remove all excess water. Apparently you’re supposed to put something heavy on it and let it sit for an hour so the water can slowly ooze out, but yet again, I didn’t have that kind of time.

Looks like moldy cheese...

I then cut it into triangles.

I put the pieces in between a kitchen towel and squeezed gently yet again to get more water out. Then I placed them in the pan.

Cook over medium heat.

After a minute or so, the pieces slowly began to sizzle, as more water drained out of the spongy bits and hit the hot pan. I took a spatula and gently pressed against each piece, again to drain more water.

*squish*

I found that some pieces got a little sticky.

I flipped them in the pan, and after each side was a nice golden brown, they were done. I think.

With my brown rice and steamed asparagus, I had dinner.

How's my plating technique? I tried to artistically place the asparagus, but they just flopped wherever...

With a little olive oil and raspberry vinegar, I made a little dressing for a spinach and sprout side salad.

Voila!

What were my thoughts on the tofu? Not bad. Like I said, I’d tried it before and liked it. It’s definitely got a weird texture. Kind of like munching on my bathroom sponge… But I dunno. It’s different. Kind of fun, I guess. I was disappointed that I couldn’t taste the cilantro so much. The flavor was all tofu, and since tofu doesn’t have much of a flavor, it was a bit bland. Probably would be better with a marinade.

Next time…

The weirdness of me

Thursday, July 15th, 2010

I have a confession to make. I think I’m a little weird. Sometimes I do things and think, “If anyone knew I was doing this, they’d think I’m a total freak.” But I’ve seen often that people will confess to some weird behavior, and I think, “Hey, I do that too…” Suddenly it’s not so weird anymore. Maybe this will be one of those times. Or maybe you’ll just think I’m weird.

I took a walk this morning and was enjoying the somewhat cool-ish although still humid air (as cool as you can get in July in Tally) and the heart pumping and energy starting to flow through me. My mind started to wander, as it often does. I thought of a friend that I haven’t seen in awhile, and began to think about how I’d love to get together with her, have coffee, and catch up. And I began to do the weird thing in my head. I went and had imaginary coffee with her. I had a whole conversation with her. Well, at least my part. She didn’t get to talk a lot.

I do this a lot when I walk. And I wonder… does this count as prayer? (Bear with me a minute.) When I have my imaginary conversations, my brain just starts thinking through issues in my life, and it all just flows out. Sometimes I catch myself, and sheepishly remind myself that I should use this time to pray instead. I mean, if I’m going to have a conversation in my head, it might as well be with God, right?

When I do try to focus my brain and pray instead of sipping imaginary coffee with a friend who’s not really there, it halts that stream of consciousness that my thoughts take. I’m trying to think and focus too much, and suddenly there’s nothing coming. All of a sudden it’s, “Uh, hi, God. Want cream with that?” The thoughts subside, and I can’t think of what to pray.

It sounds terrible as I type it. Why can’t I have a good quality conversation with the God that I love so dearly and I know loves me dearly in return? But I don’t think it has anything to do with the amount of love I feel for Him. I think it has to do with the fact that I try to think and channel my thoughts, rather than just let them come. When I let my brain relax with my imaginary coffee date, the thoughts flow and flow. And if there’s no pressure of structuring them, they just tumble out, and I’m able to process through so much better.

So can I count this as prayer? I mean, it’s not like God’s not hearing me. Perhaps I need to extend an invite to God to pull up a chair at these coffee dates. I bet pretty soon I’ll forget all about the imaginary friend sipping their latte and soon it’ll just be God and I.

So thanks to all of you for the coffee dates, even if you didn’t have a clue about them.