Alas, there is a book out by Dr. Colbert, of similar title, back in 2003. It was a bit controversial in some sectors. Not meant to be a set of dietary rules, by some it was practiced as such. Not our purpose here at Nemo.
Here's a nice blog that may appeal to you. I like this resource very much.
http://sabbathmeals.typepad.com/sabbath_meals/2006/01/but_thats_ancie.html
...and here's a book title that looks really interesting for my gardener buddies:
Skyhorse Publishing > Cooking > Foods Jesus Ate and How to Grow Them
by Allen A. Swenson, May, 2008
Basically, authors I searched describe a Mediterranean-style diet that included lots of fish, whole-grains, fruits, vegetables, and olive oil. Also mentioned specifically in relation to Jesus were
broiled fish & honeycomb Luke 24:42
barley bread, John 6:9 or a form of sourdough
pomegranates
figs
wine (grapes)
olives
saffron (rose of Sharon)
celery
mint
lamb
Challenge: What's a "Sabbath Walk," and could you do one by Dec. 24th?
Enjoy!
V
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
W.W.J.E.?
Having trouble with that diet? Missing your weight goal lately? Looking for a meditation motivation? Thinking about that "groaning board" you're setting out tomorrow and putting your gym shoes by the front door?
How's this: "I wonder what God thought it was O.K. to eat." I bet I'd do well paring down my own consumables to match THAT menu more closely,... if only I knew what God Incarnate would have eaten.
Now, when I say "God Incarnate," I'm willing to skip the naughty baby-munching deities of the Greek Pantheon. Just to clarify, I'm thinking in terms of the Judeo-Messianic tradition with which I am more familiar. And even at that, I still must reach out to Nemo Bloggers and ask, "Say, What Would Jesus Eat?" (W.W.J.E.) So, as we wait in joyful hope for the next 4 weeks, here's a health-nutrition challenge to "bite" into: W.W.J.E.?
I have a lot of notions zipping around in my head. You too? I can actually hear you saying in chorus, "Kosher foods." Yes, but what was AVAILABLE in 1st Century Israel? What was typical and staple?
Now, for all the gatherings and dinners and wanderings near fields of grain, and even a wedding and a Passover we've heard about, I only recall one time Jesus actually ate something, and it was grilled fish he cooked for himself. So, for starts, let's say, "I'm inspired to eat more grilled fish during the next 4 weeks." See how this works? If you're a veggan, not so much, but you get the idea.
Now, can you come up with any "sides," other proteins, beverages, and so forth, to round out this concept, W.W.J.E? I hope so! What fun!
Happy Thanksgiving, (now that I've ruined it)!
v
How's this: "I wonder what God thought it was O.K. to eat." I bet I'd do well paring down my own consumables to match THAT menu more closely,... if only I knew what God Incarnate would have eaten.
Now, when I say "God Incarnate," I'm willing to skip the naughty baby-munching deities of the Greek Pantheon. Just to clarify, I'm thinking in terms of the Judeo-Messianic tradition with which I am more familiar. And even at that, I still must reach out to Nemo Bloggers and ask, "Say, What Would Jesus Eat?" (W.W.J.E.) So, as we wait in joyful hope for the next 4 weeks, here's a health-nutrition challenge to "bite" into: W.W.J.E.?
I have a lot of notions zipping around in my head. You too? I can actually hear you saying in chorus, "Kosher foods." Yes, but what was AVAILABLE in 1st Century Israel? What was typical and staple?
Now, for all the gatherings and dinners and wanderings near fields of grain, and even a wedding and a Passover we've heard about, I only recall one time Jesus actually ate something, and it was grilled fish he cooked for himself. So, for starts, let's say, "I'm inspired to eat more grilled fish during the next 4 weeks." See how this works? If you're a veggan, not so much, but you get the idea.
Now, can you come up with any "sides," other proteins, beverages, and so forth, to round out this concept, W.W.J.E? I hope so! What fun!
Happy Thanksgiving, (now that I've ruined it)!
v
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Glory!
What a strange word: "glory." Have you ever thought about it? If any of you have ever contemplated "glory," please come to my assistance, make haste to help me understand what YOU understand.
What if you free-associated-- "glory," "glorify," "glorious"?
Have there been times you've heard it used or used it yourself?
What's it like for you to think about "glory"?
"Why bring up this word ?" you're likely thinking, and "How is this Nemo-esque?" Well, it all has to do with the Appreciative Inquiry idea of "reversing the focus." Reversing the focus is a big help to forward motion over the long haul.
What if, say, you are in training for something like, oh for instance, the January Marathon Weekend at Disney? And what if this training has been lengthy, and up-and-down, and is presently fraught with pre-holiday negativity? What if your self-talk right now leans toward the critical and the limiting? What if you need to hear your story differently in order to power-up during these last weeks?
Now I'm not actually talking about the "glory of the finish line," although that is WONDERFUL to imagine. I'm talking about a more puzzling notion that glory isn't only to be found at the finish line, but is also all around us all the time. One thing Nematodes have figured out long since: the journey IS the destination. Perhaps glory is like that, too.
One morning earlier this month, I accidentally overheard my own self-talk. It was disquieting in its gloomy tone. Not so good to hear. So I lifted my ears to the heavens, and what should come down to me but the word "Glory." And that's the back story for all my questions today. I don't understand it, but I can tell you that when I think of "glory," I can't keep thinking despairing thoughts. It's impossible to still have increases in negative self-talk and at the same time be curious about the meaning of...the existence of...glory.
Here's a poem I associate with an aspect of glory:
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918.
7. God’s Grandeur
THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
And here's another one about a glorious creature who takes my breath away:
William Blake. 1757–1827
489. The Tiger
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
5
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
10
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
15
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
20
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
What if you free-associated-- "glory," "glorify," "glorious"?
Have there been times you've heard it used or used it yourself?
What's it like for you to think about "glory"?
"Why bring up this word ?" you're likely thinking, and "How is this Nemo-esque?" Well, it all has to do with the Appreciative Inquiry idea of "reversing the focus." Reversing the focus is a big help to forward motion over the long haul.
What if, say, you are in training for something like, oh for instance, the January Marathon Weekend at Disney? And what if this training has been lengthy, and up-and-down, and is presently fraught with pre-holiday negativity? What if your self-talk right now leans toward the critical and the limiting? What if you need to hear your story differently in order to power-up during these last weeks?
Now I'm not actually talking about the "glory of the finish line," although that is WONDERFUL to imagine. I'm talking about a more puzzling notion that glory isn't only to be found at the finish line, but is also all around us all the time. One thing Nematodes have figured out long since: the journey IS the destination. Perhaps glory is like that, too.
One morning earlier this month, I accidentally overheard my own self-talk. It was disquieting in its gloomy tone. Not so good to hear. So I lifted my ears to the heavens, and what should come down to me but the word "Glory." And that's the back story for all my questions today. I don't understand it, but I can tell you that when I think of "glory," I can't keep thinking despairing thoughts. It's impossible to still have increases in negative self-talk and at the same time be curious about the meaning of...the existence of...glory.
Here's a poem I associate with an aspect of glory:
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918.
7. God’s Grandeur
THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
5
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
10
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
5
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
10
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
And here's another one about a glorious creature who takes my breath away:
William Blake. 1757–1827
489. The Tiger
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
5
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
10
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
15
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
20
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
So, what are your thoughts on "glory"?
regards,
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