Saturday, January 21, 2012


Sue Bohlin, who knows a thing or three about writing and blogging and writing a blog, sent encouragement my way this morning. She wanted to make sure I knew that even if no one is making comments there are still folks reading. I love you, Sue, and know that you have the heart of an inspirer. Thank you!

Have no fear, however. I know this much is true: I have to write for myself. My best guess is that about six of my friends read this blog (hi Irene, Diana, Mom, Sue, Bruce, and Linden), and I think I know who they all are. (I mean, I know all my friends, of course, but what I mean is that I think I know who reads this.) I don't have a counter or anything else like that, so whether I have four readers or four hundred, it's all the same to me. Sometimes I think I should try to expand -- post links on Facebook every time I write, go to vegan (or Christian, or Christian-vegan) sites and post there, that sort of thing. But right now I just don't have that kind of ambition. Maybe I will later on. My feeling is that folks will stumble across my blog and if it offers something of value to them they will stick around.

I've been eating terribly for the past few days. Oh, I've been completely plant-based, but there have been some crazy things happening here and I've been getting to my room late in the evening with no time to eat. One night I ate pretzels and cranberry relish for dinner. That sort of thing. Good for the scale, but not the way I want -- need -- to eat. BUT -- we all have patches of busy-ness in our lives that knock us off stride. I'm happy to have stayed plant strong -- no animal products in 2012!!!

I DID eat better today. No breakfast -- I was rushing -- but I went to Chipotle for lunch and had a big burrito. Yum. Dinner will probably be a tangerine (or two) and a frozen Amy's enchilada. :)

On a completely different subject, here is what I thought about yesterday when I was reading my portion of daily Scripture (it was not exactly spiritual or high minded, I will warn you). Okay, in Genesis 18 Sarah is told that within one year she's going to have a baby. She has that baby in Genesis 21. She's ninety years old when she gives birth, so she has to be 89 or 90 in chapter 18, right?

In Genesis 20, Abraham (as is his annoying habit) passes off Sarah as his sister because she is apparently so gorgeous that King Abimelek wants her and Abraham is afraid that he'll be killed if the king knows that Sarah is his wife.

So do you see where I'm going with this? Sarah -- at age 90 -- is so gorgeous that kings want her. What is up with that? Seriously. One would not guess that tent living would be conducive to keeping one's looks, but I guess one would be wrong. Or Sarah had mighty good genes (I almost wrote "jeans" -- maybe she dressed for success, if you know what I mean). Anyway, I find this interesting -- and Abraham -- on many levels -- infuriating.

For instance, God says, "I'm going to give you and Sarah a son," but Abraham doesn't trust God enough to tell the truth to King Abimelek (obviously Abraham can't have a son if he's killed). But when God says, "Take Isaac and sacrifice him" THEN Abraham believes God. When it's HIS life, not so much. When it's his son's life, absolutely. I have always maintained that God had to ask Abraham to perform that particular task because if He'd asked Sarah she would've flat-out refused. God did not make mothers that way. (If it seems like I'm being flippant here, I'm really not. I think God programmed mothers to protect their children no matter what and asking a mother to kill her baby -- even as a sacrifice to God -- is a bridge too far for many -- most -- of us.)

I've pondered this story very often -- the whole Abraham saga. If ever there was evidence that God chooses whom He will, it's Abraham. There are a lot of things about him that make him sound pretty unappealing, as far as I'm concerned. But then -- I'm not God! And to be fair, Abraham lived a very long time and we only have a very little bit of information about him -- I suppose if someone were to write about all my worst moments I wouldn't come off looking all that good either.

More later...


  1. Well, this is certainly a first, finding my name at the very top of a blog! Bless you, Sharon, and keep on writing! Hugs!