"MEAT AND LEAVES BOILED"
(By Joseph Walker - valuespeak@msn.com)

3-17-2005 Church Within SOW Seeds Service - Story #331
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Welcome
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Greetings my Dearest Sisters and Brothers, and welcome again to Church Within's Story of the Week ["SOW Seeds”].

An' a very Happy St. Patrick's Day t' ya' now.

This week's SOW Seeds Story, contributed by: Patije

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Story of the Week
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MEAT AND LEAVES BOILED
(By Joseph Walker - valuespeak@msn.com)

There was only one thing I didn't like about Mom's corned beef and cabbage: the cabbage. The corned beef part was great. I didn't even mind the fact that it was cooked with the cabbage. I could deal with that, but the cabbage part... no way!

Not that I had anything specifically against cabbage. Mom made a coleslaw that was out of this world, and I liked raw cabbage as part of a salad. So I was not intolerant of cabbage as a general rule, but in corned beef and cabbage, the cabbage is cooked -- boiled, to be more precise. Evidently there are parts of the world where boiling cabbage is thought to be a good idea. But to me it was like... I don't know... boiling lettuce. And whoever heard of eating boiled lettuce?

Oh, and in case you're wondering, spinach is different. It's the Popeye Factor. We've seen spinach slide out of the can into Popeye's mouth so many times we've pretty much forgotten that it begins as a crisp, leafy vegetable, as opposed to the limp, slimy canned concoction it eventually becomes.

Of course, Mom didn't buy any of that. “There's nothing wrong with cooked cabbage,” she said every St. Patrick's day, when she filled the house with the pungent aroma of the traditional Irish dish. “In many parts of the world it is considered a great treat, almost like ice cream.”

I don't think Mom actually believed that any more than we did. But Dad always ate every bite of corned beef and cabbage, even the cabbage part, with such undeniable relish that I wondered if maybe I was missing out on something. So every year, I tried it again, usually with some new twist intended to trick my taste buds into thinking I was eating something other than a boiled leaf.

One year I measured every forkful to make sure I had exactly twice as much corned beef as cabbage. The problem with this technique was that I was out of corned beef by the time the cabbage was only half gone. Another year I tried drowning the cabbage in red wine vinegar, which only succeeded in replacing one strong, unpleasant taste with another.

Year-by-year, I kept tweaking with different additives and combinations. Some worked, most didn't. One time my big brother Bud had me convinced that corned beef and cabbage was just a fancy version of hot dogs and sauerkraut, and the whole dish would taste like a trip to the ball park if I covered it with ketchup, mustard and relish.

Bud lied. Still, Mom made me eat it ­ all of it ­ while Bud watched, and laughed.

The interesting thing is that, somehow through all those years of trial, error and ketchup-covered tragedy, I seem to have developed a taste for corned beef and cabbage. I don't know if my taster matured to the point that I could finally appreciate the heady mix of textures and flavors, or if it finally succumbed after being drowned in a sea of mustard and red wine vinegar. For whatever reason, every year about this time I get a hankering for meat and leaves... boiled.

Looking back, it seems there are a lot of things I didn't really appreciate in my youth that I later grew to enjoy, even to savor: Going to church, Frank Sinatra, sitting in a room with loved ones and just talking, hugging and being hugged. As we grow, we learn, and as we learn, sometimes we change. Even if it isn't always a treat, like ice cream.

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Pastor's Quote of the Week
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        Genuine prayer adds to spiritual growth, modifies attitudes, and yields that satisfaction which comes from communion with divinity. It is a spontaneous outburst of God-consciousness.
        God answers man's prayer by giving him an increased revelation of truth, an enhanced appreciation of beauty, and an augmented concept of goodness. Prayer is a subjective gesture, but it contacts with mighty objective realities on the spiritual levels of human experience; it is a meaningful reach by the human for superhuman values. It is the most potent spiritual-growth stimulus.
        Words are irrelevant to prayer; they are merely the intellectual channel in which the river of spiritual supplication may chance to flow. The word value of a prayer is purely autosuggestive in private devotions and sociosuggestive in group devotions. God answers the soul's attitude, not the words.
        Prayer is not a technique of escape from conflict but rather a stimulus to growth in the very face of conflict. Pray only for values, not things; for growth, not for gratification.

(From: The Urantia Papers - Paper-91 Section-8)

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The Prayer
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Dear God,        
        There are many things that I did not appreciate when I was young, that I have really grown to value. Please continue teaching me.

You ALL are Within the Infinitely Loving Embrace of our Universal Parent,

The Creator's Eternal Love to all of You,
Pastor Daniel

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