Archives for: September 2007, 10
We are searching for a new church home. It is important to us that we have solid Bible teaching and a place to serve. It is also important that our daughter enjoy the other students in the youth group. We may have found a church where we can feel very much at home. We've been visiting there for several weeks.
On Sunday afternoon this church had a skating party for the surrounding neighborhoods. Church members were asked to bring sandwiches, cookies and fruit, so that there would be plenty of food for all of the skaters. I had gone to the store on Friday to buy grapes, bread, and sliced turkey. I also bought a box of cookies from the bakery. I did not feel guilty about buying regular bread. That is what people coming to skate would expect. They would have thrown away sandwiches made with Ezekiel bread or seaweed wraps. I did feel a little guilty about not baking homemade cookies. However, after I made the fast trip to take care of my Mom, I was really glad I didn't have to spend Saturday night baking.
My dilemma was what to do about my own meal. I would be mingling with first time guests at the church. I did not want to call attention to myself, or answer questions about what I was eating. I considered eating just fruit, but I knew I would be hungrier than that. I considered rolling lunchmeat for myself, but that was sure to attract notice.
People e-mail me quite often asking "What do you do for sandwiches?" My response is, "You will be happier on the Blood Type Diet if you think like an O. That means don't try to eat the same way you used to, just substituting neutrals for avoids. Find a new way of eating that is really beneficial for your type." Then I tell them that I don't eat sandwiches at all. I eat meat and vegetables or meat and salads. It's a shocking concept until you get used to it. Then you feel so good, that you don't want to go back to sandwiches ever again.
However, for this event, I decided to make myself a sandwich on Ezekiel bread and keep it in my purse. When I went through the food line, I would just slip my sandwich onto my plate. That's what I did. It's the first sandwich I've had in several years. It was good, and I fit in with the others at the party.
However, I realized again that I feel better when I think like an O and eat like an O. I'm made to eat meat and vegetables. That's what I'll do until the next time that a higher calling dictates that I think of others rather than myself.