Grease or Golden

Grease or golden, what's your choice?

So we have been spending the weekend with our folks. This is Paul Bunyan days in St. Maries, ID. There is no other weekend like it in town. I think most of the businesses make at good %50 of their revenue in this one weekend. There is a carnival, which I spend spent more of my growing up time then I can remember. There is a fireworks show that swells the size of town from the typical 2500 population to 6000 in attendance.

I am waiting for the fireworks to begin and decide this a perfect opportunity for a genuine car-ni-val awesome blossom. I waited in one line to order and then got moved to the next line to wait for pick up. By the time I was handed the thin paper plate full greesy hot, slightly battered, onion with a little plastic cup of helmans ranch the fireworks had already started. While it was full of greasy goodness, it didn't match up to the vision of the golden battered truly awesome blossom with the side of sweet spicy sauce.

In Genesis 19 we have a story of destruction. And story of men and women just trying to survive, the best that they know how. But it ends up being a pretty distorted mess over all. When the angels come into the town the men of the town come to assault them. The best plan Lot can come up with is to offer his daughters instead. Not really much of a plan. But Lot thought he might be able to help them survive.

After the destruction of the cities Lot and his daughters end up living in a cave full of fear. The only way that the daughters can figure out to "survive" is by getting the old man drunk and getting pregnant. The problem, other than the obvious incest, is they end up creating to races of people that end up fighting against Israel later on; the Moabites and the Ammonites.

I know that God has much better plans for us then we have for ourselves. For example when Lot offers his daughters to the mob, the angels pull him back and send blindness on the mob. I can only imagine the plans that he had in mind for Lot and his daughters had they only trusted in him instead of making their own plans. I have a feeling they would have gotten the golden brown truly awesome blossom rather than the the pile of grease with the little cup of ranch.

I come back to the choice theme that I mentioned a few days ago. We have the chance to to follow what God has in mind and end up with a the golden onion, or we can try to survive on our own and end up with a pile of grease. My prayer for my family is not just survival made with my own two hands. But passion and abundant life made by the hand of God.