Beer Pretzels

Just recently I have had a relatively minor spike in my blood pressure. It is nothing to be concerned about but something that raised my curiosity.   Why?  I think the answer became evident upon examination of my diet.   One of the delights of my childhood was what we called beer pretzels.  They are large hard as a rock pretzels decorated with large grains of salt.  Instead of being called beer pretzels they are marketed as sourdough pretzels.  A few weeks ago while checking out of our supermarket I was beckoned by a large container of those childhood delights.  It had been years since I had any.  I could not resist.  And so night after night for the past few weeks I have been chomping down lots of salt, thus the higher blood pressure.

In high school physics class I learned for every action there is a reaction.  Jet airplanes are a prime example.  It is also true in every aspect of life.  Friendly people have friends.  Nice people usually are treated nicely.  We do live in an imperfect world and some people spoil the reaction.  There are exceptions.  Mostly what we eat affects our bodies.  Some people smoke all their lives and live into their nineties.  But let’s be honest.  We know those people are an exception to the rule.  Be abusive to others and end up spending a lonely old age. Return tithe to God and discover blessings that would have remained unknown.

My favorite is making friends with Jesus and living forever.  That’s a good one.  I can’t think of a better reaction to any action.  As for my pretzels, I finished them and will resist another container.  I think.  I will try.  They are awfully good.

Written by Roger Bothwell on November 21, 2013

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