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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

D.R.O.P Squad

He Treats Me to a Feast; Notes from my Abundant Life

D.R.O.P Squad

 “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.
Matthew 5:43-48 (NIV)
"Sometimes," as one squad member best puts it, "when you get over the wall, you gotta throw a rope back -- not help them build it higher."
From the movie D.R.O.P Squad
~Spike Lee executive producer

Misguided Christians are scary (per Richard Glenn, with whom I agree).  I occasionally find myself in the position of defending what we believe, not always what we practice.  According to the Gospel, Jesus said that one of the most important things we could do was love our neighbors as ourselves.  Sometimes I’m not so sure I want the love everyone has to give.

I’m going to try to tell this story objectively…

A parent chaperoned her child and others on a private, Christian School field trip.  There was an incident, and it was this parent’s decision to strike a child, not her own, in front of other children for some perceived offense.  In the immediate wake of the incident, the parent thought it prudent to confess this action to school administrators on the trip.  No immediate call was made to the parent of the stricken child, who heard of the incident upon arriving to retrieve her child at the end of the school day.

The mother of the child who was hit, my close friend, told me about the incident a few days later.  I flipped out, and haven’t made my peace yet, though both the child’s parents have spoken to school administrators as well as the parent at the center of the incident. They have a peace about what occurred…so what’s wrong with me?

Well meaning is not well doing, that’s what’s wrong.  This parent needs the services of a Christian D.R.O.P. (Deprogramming and Restoration Of Pride) Squad, and should be dropped hard.  I’m so afraid that in her desire to be Godly, she got a good dose of the Old Testament but not so much of the New.   What happened to compassion?  I am embarrassed that someone would think its okay to lay hands on somebody else’s child.  Flippantly, I told his mom that I’d have advised him to hit her back, threatening “I had as much right to hit you as you did me…” but I know that’s not right (though it feels good….). I am saddened that when we cause harm (and finding no better solution to a problem than to hit someone else’s  child IS HARMFUL), we cannot be loving enough to put the harm we cause above our own justifications or even opinions about whether it should have been done. Was there no opportunity to teach an object lesson?

Children watch what we do as well as what we say.  Do we really want to be caught in the act of doing something wrong? I strive to teach both in word and deed that we should do the right thing, precisely because it is right.  When I miss the mark, and I do, I have given my children permission to call me on my failings, as long as they do so in a way that models loving correction.  It’s my challenge to model that no one is above the rules, not even me. It’s equally important (at least in my world) to teach loving correction in the context of constructive critique, not “GOTCHA!”

I’m not going to judge, because I have more to lose than to gain (I ain’t perfect…).  I’m thankful that He’s given me a heart to throw the rope back over the wall, making it easier for my children (or anyone else walking behind me to love as I want love) instead of making it look hard instead of easy… I am going to thank God that I’m trying to do it right, and also thank Him that He loves me in the meantime, screw-ups and all. When I think about the bounty of a loving God, I am reminded that I will never be in need.  And again I am reminded that God is Good.

Today’s feast: Drop biscuits

Back story~ I usually prefer my biscuits rolled and cut, but when I’m making savory biscuits (cheddar chive, for example) they’re just better rustic looking.  This is a recipe any good southern girl needs in her repertoire.

2C unbleached all purpose flour
3t baking powder (make sure it’s not old)
Dash of sea salt
4T Crisco butter flavored shortening
1C buttermilk

Sift together all the dry ingredients, and then cut in the shortening with a fork only until the dough looks like streusel (crumbly).  Add the buttermilk, a little at a time, just until the dough comes together.  Drop biscuits by rounded spoonfuls (any size you like) onto a pre-heated lightly greased baking sheet, baking at 450 degrees until they are lightly browned. 

Making it sexy….add any of the following:
·         Shredded sharp cheddar (no more than 1C)
·         Chopped chives
·         Blue cheese crumbles (no more than ½C)
·         Fresh chopped herbs, e.g., 1T rosemary, thyme, sage, chervil, anything you like…

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