21 Nov Cold Pizza
I love cold pizza for breakfast. You know – those pieces that are left over from the night before and have been on top of the fridge overnight to keep them away from the dog. They are so good. They aren’t floppy any more. They are nice and stiff and only require one hand to hold. They have all the necessary ingredients. They have grains in the bread, dairy in the cheese and vitamins in the onions, green peppers and tomatoes.
There are certain things that just get better with age. Some people age well. Their wisdom, kindness and understanding more than make up for the wrinkles and lack of hair. The story of Jesus gets better as the years go by. It mellows with meaning as we grow to more thoroughly grasp its importance and the unselfish love that under-girds its power. When I was little I loved the idea of going to heaven because of the goodies, which were mansions, streets of gold, petting lions, etc. Now, it isn’t so much about material things as it is about maintaining the companionship and love of friends and family. It’s about safety and comprehending the mysteries of existence, which can be totally baffling.
I like old cars, old music, old books and old people. Old cars I can understand. I can open the hood and tell what the parts are. The old music I can enjoy and not find annoying. Many old books grapple with the mysteries that will be opened to us. I can empathize with old people and their aches and pains, their concerns over grandchildren, and their endless lists of doctor’s appointments. But, best of all, I never tire of the old, old story of Jesus’ love for us.
Written by Roger Bothwell on November 21, 2014
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