Sunday, November 28, 2021

Evangelicals and a Divided Nation

 Evangelical churches have played an imposing role in the dividing of the nation; the notion of sharp division between the "believer" and the hell-bound "enemy," being a bedrock belief and a daily practice.

The evangelical world has always been deficient on its identity, knowing far less of who they are, and what they believe (their world often characterized by acrimonious debate and bitter accusations of heresy) - so comparisons came to play a central role.

"We may not know who we are, but we sure as hell know who the unbelievers are."

These thoughts have played a tragic role in the history of our nation: from the Pilgrims killing their indigenous neighbors, setting the pace for America to America's enslavement of persons of color. And these days, "the virtuous rich" and the "deserving poor" - those whom "God has blessed because of their righteousness," and those whom God damns because of their sloth and immorality, including all who mess with the binary structure of man/woman gender, and "the American Way."

For any of us, for me, it's easier to look at others and see what's missing. So, it's vital that we use our ears and eyes to note what others might say about us. We always have things to learn.

And then do the hard work of study, reflection, and prayer, to gain some clarity as to who we are, what counts, and then, most importantly, to put aside the need for a final clarity, to engage in the practical works of justice, peace, equality, fairness, and welcome.

We all know what such words look like, and feel like. They are the words of open doors, and open windows - words that take seriously the needs of others. Words that offer hope, and a promise that together we'll make this land a land of opportunity for all, that we'll address our failings, that we'll build a nation wherein every citizen is recognized and supported, refugees welcomed, the health choices of women affirmed, and marriage equality supported.

All the best to each of you, dear family and friends. Be of good cheer, pay attention to the world, know when to take a deep breath and step back, and when to take a deep breath and step forward!

Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Ode to Mashed Potatoes


An Ode to Mashed Potatoes …

Let me count the ways I love thee …

The common tator … a tuber … from the ground …

Just like you and me …

Maybe we feel something in common with this common ground thing …


They’re not picked, like apples or pears …

They’re dug …

Like good music … or hangin’ out with folks we love …


Lots of different sizes … and colors … in a lot of different places …

We do have a lot in common, don’t we?

With the humble potato …


Peel ‘em … if ya’ want …

But I like to leave the skins on* …

Adds texture … as it should be … the whole potato …

As God intended.

 

Into a pot of water …

Turn on the heat … lots of good things need a little heat …

Cook ‘em not too hard … 

Test ‘em with a fork …

Drain ‘em and put ‘em back into the pot …


And now the good part …

A couple of butter chunks … 

A generous splash of cream … I mean: be generous …

Maybe even some cream cheese …

A little horseradish?

Rosemary?

Thyme?

Salt and pepper …


And a little elbow grease …

Smash and mash these remarkable gifts from God …

Not too much, just enough …

To blend it all together …

Taste to your heart’s content …

That’s what I love about cooking …

We get to sample everything before you do.


Can it get better?

You bet … 

On the plate they go …

A fork-full will satisfy all your desires for comfort …

Just like home … 

But like all good things … these good things go well 

With a chorus of other good things ….

Gravy … 

Giblet gravy …

Corn and slabs of carefully sliced turkey, neat and precise … though I prefer the dark meat … a tad bit unruly …

Cranberry relish on the side …

And how about the country cousin, the sweet potato … with its famous hat, 

The marshmallow … all white on the inside, with golden trim …

And who knows what else … 


Start with potatoes, and who knows where it’ll end.


But start with potatoes … 

A very common thing …


And it will end well …


As all good things do …


Happy Thanksgiving …


*skin on with Yukon Gold, but Russets need a good peeling.



© Tom Eggebeen, Los Angeles