Showing posts with label Wine. Show all posts
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On Happiness, Marriage, and Drinking Wine

>> Friday, March 29, 2013


Recently, I have come to recognize a glaring fault in the first sentence of America's Declaration of Independence:

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

The glaring fault being "the pursuit of Happiness". "Happiness", at the time it was written, probably refers to something quite different than nowadays. I'm sure the founding fathers meant well when they made such sweeping and lofty sentiments, but I don't think they bargained on the cushy American Dream we'd be so voraciously pursuing, even at the cost of other peoples' "happiness." I am a Christian. There is a rumor going around that America was founded on Judeo-Christian values, but I've never seen happiness promised in the Bible. I've seen the promise that we will suffer hardship as a result of our faith, as well as the promise of joy and peace as a result of trusting Christ in the midst of that hardship. And such joy is quite different than the visions of happiness most Americans cling to as an unalienable right. But with all this yimmer yammer about marriage rights, I wanted to share with you a quote by C. S. Lewis worth considering:

"Before leaving the question of divorce, I should like to distinguish two things which are very often confused. The Christian conception of marriage is one: the other is the quite different question-how far Christians, if they are voters or Members of Parliament, ought to try to force their views of marriage on the rest of the community by embodying them in the divorce laws. A great many people seem to think that if you are a Christian yourself you should try to make divorce difficult for every one. I do not think that. At least I know I should be very angry if the Mahommedans tried to prevent the rest of us from drinking wine. My own view is that the Churches should frankly recognise that the majority of the British people are not Christians and, therefore, cannot be expected to live Christian lives. There ought to be two distinct kinds of marriage: one governed by the State with rules enforced on all citizens, the other governed by the Church with rules enforced by her on her own members. The distinction ought to be quite sharp, so that a man knows which couples are married in a Christian sense and which are not."

I believe that homosexuality is wrong and should not be condoned by the Church through marriage. But the State is not a Christian entity. Should I expect the State to enforce my morality, yet balk if they enforce someone else's on me? It is a slippery question because while, at first glance, I would say "no, they should not enforce morality, because they are not a moral entity." Yet, I would also say "yes, they should, as far as they protect society from man's passions like murder, stealing, etc., and the State, by necessity, must take on a moral standard of some sort in order to ensure my bodily safety."

I would love to rail on the State. I mean, just look at how they tax me. They are so easy to pick on because they are so secular. But, my concern is not the State--not in the long run, anyway. Where my concern lies is with my family--the Church. And because they're my family, I feel I can rightfully blow the whistle on them and still be loved by them at the end of the day. And I think I can humbly say that we have dropped the ball in many ways, and so things that should be championed by the Church (marriage, family, education; the care of the poor, the helpless, the environment, the arts, science, etc.) have been ever so slightly...dumped on the State. And, as C. S. Lewis is implying, it's not as though the State shouldn't provide marriage for its people. I believe marriage was instituted by God to be enjoyed by all people, not just those who believe in Him. But I also believe He called His Church to exemplify marriage (see above statement about dropping the ball).
With that said, the State not only has to manage its primary role of keeping peace, but has to do double duty by providing some semblance of ethics on those issues its own people should be working out for themselves. So now, instead of doing a few things somewhat well, the State does many things somewhat poorly. Is it any wonder that people are so passionate about its rulings when we have attributed to it God-sized authority?

Advocates for the Church's morality in the public sector will always be at odds with some aspect of the State's rulings on morality, especially when that State declares "happiness"(whatever that means) as a right. But the Church can take C. S. Lewis' words as a personal challenge: to make the distinction of State marriage and Church marriage "quite sharp". And to do that, the Church must hunker down and do what it was called to do in the first place.  We are quite the distractable bunch, which is why I think Jesus gave us a simple to-do list: 

1. Make disciples of all nations.
2. Baptize them in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
(Note: You can even bunch it into one line item if you have trouble remembering two)
 
And consider it a bonus when the government under which we live promotes a peaceful environment in which to do that.

"Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep. Be of the same mind toward one another; do not be haughty in mind, but associate with the lowly. Do not be wise in your own estimation. Never pay back evil for evil to anyone. Respect what is right in the sight of all men. If possible, so far as it depends on you, be at peace with all men. Never take your own revenge, beloved, but leave room for the wrath of God, for it is written, “VENGEANCE IS MINE, I WILL REPAY,” says the Lord.BUT IF YOUR ENEMY IS HUNGRY, FEED HIM, AND IF HE IS THIRSTY, GIVE HIM A DRINK; FOR IN SO DOING YOU WILL HEAP BURNING COALS ON HIS HEAD. Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good." Romans 12:14-21

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Mason Jar Vintage

>> Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Today was a day of great importance. Today was unforgettable. Today was a day of history remembered and made. Yes--today I drank 50 year-old grape juice.

It began when I drove up to Pasadena today to visit my aunt Celeste. She lives in a cozy yet beautiful craftsman style bungalow which she and my dad inherited from their parents. We were having a really nice time chatting away over Connal's grinders on the front porch which sported a vast array of succulents, while watching hummingbirds dive-bomb each other for territorial dominance of the bird feeder. The conversation turned to food and growing food; and then to drink and making drink, as I mentioned to her that we had recently juiced five gallons worth of apples from a friend's apple trees to make apple cider; which reminded her of the concord grape "wine" her mom--my grandma--used to make when my aunt was a little girl.

She explained to me that Grandma C. (as we grandkids always call her) would fill the jar half full of grapes, along with sugar and water, and preserved it using the jar method. To drink it, they filled their glasses with one part wine, one part water and a generous amount of ice. It sounded delicious. And oh by the way, my aunt added, she found several mason jars full of the stuff from fifty years ago that had been sitting forgotten on a shelf in the garage and would I like to take some home?

Now one may be considering at this point the wisdom--or sanity--in imbibing in the aforementioned drink. But the sentimental adventurer inside me couldn't resist the offer. I remembered times at my grandparents' house, eating those dark blue grapes from the same vine Grandma C. had made her concord wine out of so many years before. Plus, I reasoned I had already had a similar wine tasting adventure in trying a bottle of rosé from the 80s that had been sitting in my parents' basement (which turned out to be corked vinegar). I figured the worst thing that could happen is that it would smell bad and I wouldn't drink it.

At the end of our visit, my aunt gave me two generous, dusty, rusted-top mason jars blanketed lovingly in bubble wrap, and I headed home with my new treasure. "My husband is gonna flip when he sees this!" I thought happily, recalling the fun rosé misadventure we shared a few years ago.

"Do I wanna know what's inside those jars?" Aaron asked as he helped bring them in the house. I gleefully told the story of the concord wine, which was met with raised eyebrows and less-than enthusiasm. My microbiologist/scared-for-my-pregnant-health husband tried to reason me into not drinking it, but my stubborn heart was set on its mission. I had even planned out the pictures I would take of the wine as I drove home. He finally gave up trying to persuade me out of it and I was left to my own devices.

After taking glamor shots of my dusty relics, I fetched a glass and proceeded to open the smaller jar which stubbornly stayed shut. I hadn't considered that dilemma. If jar #2 didn't open I didn't throw out the possibility of cracking those suckers with a hammer. Actually, when I saw it playing out in my mind, I did throw out that possibility. I'm not crazy, after all. Well, not that crazy, at least.

I went for the second jar. the outer mason jar ring opened as smoothly as if it were jarred last week. I eagerly tried prying the top seal off with my fingernails, but no luck. I went and got a steak knife and wedged the point between it and the glass jar. *Ssssssip* it went as the air lock broke, as if to say, "ssssip me!" Yes, this was a positive sign. I removed the seal and timidly hovered my nose over the brown liquid. I sniffed.

It didn't smell like puke. Another positive sign. It smelled like sherry. I smiled. Three positive signs in a row. I picked up the cumbersome jar with both hands and poured some into a glass. The liquid was amber. With hundreds of little particles swirling around. Screw the particles. I've drunk particles before. I lifted the glass and took a sip.

It was sweet! Good grief it was sweet. It had survived fifty years of forgotten storage, three or four major earthquakes, fifty sweltering summers without air conditioning, and the Carter administration. It was untouched and aloof to the harsh world outside.

But I didn't take another sip.

I admit, the particles were kinda wigging me out, and those grapes sitting in the bottom of the jar looked too gnarly to tempt prevailing goodness. But I did take another sniff. Ahh, sherry.

Raising my glass of 1960 vintage concord grape "wine," here's to aunt Celeste, for giving me a little gastronomic and historical adventure; and to Grandma C., now 92 years old, who knew heck-yeah how to jar.





















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