Blue Truck, Red State: Sunday Drive: Pickin' a Chicken

Sunday, September 16, 2018

Sunday Drive: Pickin' a Chicken

A bouncy 1956 hit for British singer Eve Boswell, based on a South African tune:

Food note: last night, M.P., recovering from an arduous work week, made us a simple dinner of Chicken Fried Chicken - i.e., chicken breasts hammered flat, soaked in buttermilk, rolled in salted, peppered flour, and lightly sauteed to a golden brown - along with luscious cream gravy, and a mix of chopped turnips and collards cooked in a roux with cornbread dumplings on top. Mmmm-mmm! Scrumptious, I declare.

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Prayer for Peace

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.

Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?

It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.

If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.

--Archbishop Desmond Tutu