Bring the Funk

I had an all-meat breakfast today. I had to try the country ham I ordered from Scott Hams.

I had planned to buy a ham from Col. Newsom’s, but they wanted about $90, which is just too much. It’s almost twice what other companies charge. Their hams are fantastic, but it’s not like they invented the concept. Anyone can cure a ham, if he is willing to let it hang long enough.

I fried up a big slice, along with two chunks of my homemade pork sausage. Here’s the verdict. This is a very nice ham for people who are new to country ham. But it’s too tame for me.

My grandmother cured her hams for two years, and they turned dark red inside, and they smelled wonderful. They were very salty and acidic, and they made a lot of delicious grease gravy when she fried them. This ham has almost no funk to it, and it’s not very salty. I fried it without adding water to reduce the salt, and I still found the salt content too low.

The sausage was a thing of beauty, as always. I’m so glad I bought a meat grinder.

I’m thinking I may get my next ham from Benton’s, in Tennessee. They sell very old hams. But they use sodium nitrite, which is not exactly traditional. I’ve read up on this stuff, and supposedly, it can make food carcinogenic if used in large amounts. Some people claim it gives them migraines. Ham companies use tiny amounts, so it should not be a cancer risk, but I’d rather just have salt.

I have a lot of stuff to do today. Pumpkin pies, boiling potatoes, injecting the turkey, and making cornbread, for starters. I think I’ll skip the pecan pie and see if anyone notices.

Any day that starts with meat is a beautiful day.

Drill Press

Some dude is trying to sell a Delta 17-430 drill press near me. This thing has a 1 HP motor and 6″ of spindle travel. Speeds between 385 and 2240 RPM. He wants $219. He could get more if he was willing to ship, but he’s not.

It’s tempting. These machines retail for outrageous money. I thought I would never need a drill press after I got the milling machine, but now that I know what a pain it is to move the vise and rotary table off of the table, I can see how a separate machine would be good to have. And since I no longer have any hope of parking in the garage, space is no issue.

I think he got it for $50 at a school auction, because a similar press turns up in searches at publicauctions.whatever.

I will try to avoid buying it.

Mr. Turkey Will be Spinning in His Grave

Have you read about the canned pumpkin shortage? My dad saw the story somewhere. I have since obtained two cans of pumpkin, so I’m not worried. Maybe you should run out and shop.

I should have been satisfied with one can, which would be enough for one pie. But I always make two. Even though I’m not a big pumpkin pie fan.

One thing I learned that you might want to try: sushi ginger will really liven up a pie. I ran out of cruddy powdered ginger a few years back, and pickled ginger was all I had, so I used it. It was much better than the canned stuff.

I have to thank Mike for the rotisserie turkey idea. It will free up oven space for dressing and yams, and I think my dad will get a charge out of using his Showtime oven. I never dreamed he’d be cooking the turkey. Another plus: it may enable me to take time out to go to my church’s Thanksgiving service.

I have to get started today. I’ll make a couple of pones of cornbread, I guess. Pies tomorrow. And I can boil the yams and potatoes tomorrow and put them in the fridge.

I don’t think I have a dressing recipe. I meant to write down the proportions of the ingredients last time, but I failed. I guess it doesn’t matter. It always comes out perfect.

I would love to stuff the bird with stuffing laced with my homemade pork sausage. That would be tremendous. But Mike advises against stuffing rotisserie birds.

Reader Ruth says:

I don’t want to be an old granny about this but…
Remember what Jimmah Cartah said about lusting in his heart,
well, I think you are lusting after food in your heart.

She’s kidding, but I’ve found that it’s completely possible to covet food. During fasts, I used to think about the stuff I would eat the following mornings. “Covet” means more than “want.” It means “to set your heart on.” That’s what I did. I set my heart on things like McDonald’s breakfasts. I was determined to have them, come hell or high water.

That’s bad. When you set your heart on things, you don’t allow for change. And sometimes change is the right thing. For example, you might decide to fast for a day, and then toward the end, you might feel led to go on and make it two or three days. But what if you’ve set your heart at having pizza? It will be really hard to give that up. If you can’t alter course, you’ll miss whatever God intended you to get.

I’ve found that it’s possible to covet things I already have. One example is money. Sometimes I feel like I should give an offering, and something inside me wants to hold onto it. And most Christians covet their tithes, which already belong to God, even though they’re in our possession. Robert Morris notes that the Bible doesn’t tell us to “give” God tithes. It says to “bring” them. You can’t give what you don’t own.

I don’t think it’s wrong to see things other people have and feel brief moments of desire. That’s not setting your heart on them, and it would be somewhat abnormal not to want good things. But it’s definitely wrong to obsess on them and think of ways to get them.

Abraham was told that all sorts of wonderful things would happen to his descendants, but he was told to kill Isaac. Maybe his obedience shows that he refused to set his heart on the things he was promised, because his true wealth was his relationship with God. On the other hand, it has been suggested that he simply trusted God to bring Isaac back to life.

When I used to have one or two “fat days” per week, I was jam-packed with covetousness. I had to have those days to keep from going crazy. I don’t do that any more. I don’t even eat breakfast at McDonald’s on a regular basis. That was a cherished Saturday ritual. But breaks and days off are for people who are under a strain. Now that God has removed gluttony from my life and given me strength to behave, I’m not straining to avoid overeating. I make a little effort, but not much.

Recently I realized I was excessively fond of my morning coffee. I looked forward to it even before I went to bed. And most of the reason was the caffeine, which helped me figure out which planet I was on in the dim hours of early morning. This week I decided to give it a rest. I won’t have coffee or any caffeine-heavy beverage until at least Friday. I don’t want anything to have that kind of hold on me.

I enjoy things more, now that I don’t give myself everything I want. I enjoy food and money a great deal more. I don’t have wanton eating sessions, and I think more and pray more before I spend. These things help more than you would imagine. An old Yiddish proverb says, “Di gor rayche zaynen di vos zaynen zat mit dos vos zey hobn,” or, ”The truly rich are those who enjoy what they have.” Boy, is that true. If you enjoy what you have, greed won’t be a problem for you.

This afternoon I’m going to the hospital with my sister. We’re going to talk to her radiation oncologist, to get information about prophylactic cranial irradiation. This is the last stage of her cancer treatment. I would appreciate it if people would offer some prayers. It’s a very hard decision to make. They’re telling her she may lose a few IQ points. It has to be hard, risking a thing like that.

UPS Brings a Box of Nirvana

My Scott Hams country ham arrived from Kentucky! I also ordered a big jar of sorghum. I can’t wait to try this stuff. Maybe tomorrow.

For some reason, they only sent me 9 1/2 pounds on an order for a 16-18-pound ham. They’re looking into it. I guess they’ll issue a credit or send more ham. I am looking at their site, and I’m seriously tempted to order more stuff. They have dried apples! Not the white city kind. The brownish country kind. I’m going to ask if they use June apples. If so, I’m buying. They also sell jowl bacon, which I’ve never tried. How can I resist that?

I’m reading up on curing country hams. I think I can do this. All I need is cold and a ham. I have a beer cooler I keep at around 35 degrees, and I can put Damprid in it to keep the moisture down. That should work great.

According to the University of Missouri extension site, all I have to do is apply the cure, keep the ham dry and cold for about seven weeks, smoke the ham a little at 85 degrees (I have the technology), and then let it age in the beer cooler!

I’m trying to remember what my grandmother used on her hams. I know she used molasses, pepper, and salt. I think she also used sulfur, but I’m not sure why.

Here’s something funny. When I was a kid, I found saltpeter in her kitchen cabinet. I didn’t know they used it on hams. The grandkids thought she was putting it in my grandfather’s food.

The big drawback to curing my own ham is that I would have to wait a minimum of a year before I could eat it. But it would cost about a dollar and forty cents per pound, including the curing ingredients.

The great thing about this is that I could start doing one ham per year, and I could space them out so I had a two-year-old ham ready for eating every fall. My grandmother used to age hers two years. They were the best I’ve ever had.

Mike called to tell me his idea for deep-fried hamburgers, and I told him about the ham and the jowl bacon and sorghum. Now he’s all excited.

He says to use a Showtime oven for the turkey. He claims the texture is unlike any oven turkey he’s ever had. Believe it or not, my dad has such an oven. So I’m putting him in charge. I’ll prep the turkey, and he can take it from there.

Having given up gluttony, I’m not sure how Thanksgiving will go. Small portions, I guess.

Plus Ham Project

I think I have the answer to my sausage-fat problem. I have Costco to supply me with cheap, high-quality pork loin, but I need a source of fat. Today I found a three-pound bag of bacon end pieces for five bucks. If the quality is okay, this will be perfect. It will have the same per-pound cost as the loin, so I can combine them in differing amounts until I get a ratio I like.

Now that I think about it, Gordon Food Supply has the best bacon on earth: Roegelein’s. And they sell it in bags of end pieces. That would be perfect. How could you beat sausage made partly from bacon?

Costco is selling uncured hams. Tempting. I wonder if I could cure one.

Iwon Losing Comedy Demographic

Via Sondra, I saw a crude but extremely funny SNL video this morning. I can give you the basic idea. The Chinese premier or president or whatever is on a stage with Obama, and Obama tries to talk tough and self-righteous about trade issues and human rights, and the Chinese guy responds by utterly trashing Obama’s wasteful and unsuccessful economic programs, and by pointing out that we owe China $800 billion. And even though the sketch appeared on one of liberal NBC’s most liberal shows, the actor playing Obama was not given any clever responses. They made Obama look like a fool. And the New York audience howled!

Everything smart people on the right predicted about Obama is coming true. He is amateurish, embarrassing, and completely inept. He has succeeded in piling up so much debt, our future socialism is virtually assured even if he turns into a Libertarian tomorrow afternoon. His ego has become an offense to a wide segment of the American population. And he is so hostile to Israel, it is hard to conclude that anything other than heartfelt anti-Semitism can be at work.

It wouldn’t be so hard to watch, were he not a tremendous clod. I will never get over the photograph of Obama after the Presidency-debasing “beer summit.” His race-pimp professor buddy slandered a cop, and Obama followed suit, and neither was man enough to apologize. After the awkward beer drinking, the gracious cop helped the professor down the stairs. While Obama skipped toward the cameras like a kid rushing the door at Toys R Us.

I guess the consolation here is that with his popularity dropping, Obama will be skipping toward the cameras less and less. His dealings with the press will be less like full-body massages and more like trips to the principal’s office. Maybe he will be improved by the experience of facing hostile journalists for the first time in his life. I tend to doubt it. Clods have a problem perceiving their own faults, so they do a poor job of correcting themselves. Obama will probably react defensively, releasing his West Wing flying monkeys on the press at large, the way he released them on Fox News. If so, the results will be even more disastrous and humiliating. Obama got his rear end handed to him by a single cable network. If he goes after the MSM, he is going to go home to Illinois in a collection of Zip-Loc bags.

People call him Carter II. I hope that makes Sarah Palin Reagan II. We know all the dirt on her now, including dirt that was completely made up. There isn’t much left to hit her with. When Sarah Palin writes an autograph, the AP assigns a team of reporters to fact-check her signature. Old dirt isn’t as good as fresh dirt. What are they going to sling at her in 2012?

She’s a little weird, but she did a bang-up job in Alaska. Prior to resigning, I mean. And she had no choice about that. The left’s policy of criminalizing conservatism made it financially impossible for her to remain in office.

I’d vote for her in a heartbeat. She prays. She thinks for herself. She’s conservative. She’s a hardcore gun-rights supporter. She hates taxes. She isn’t corrupt. Name one other Republican who fits that description and who has a high enough profile to be elected.

I don’t know what to pray for when it comes to Obama. Do I pray he turns to God and gives up socialism and learns to be sincere, or do I pray he crashes and burns so horribly no one will be able to stomach the Democrats for forty years?

You have to pray for people to improve. That’s what I’ll do. But unless he has a life-changing Damascus Road moment, I would hate to see him in power in 2013.

I guess I can pray that the damage he does will be reversible.

Today is a great day. I have some time, and I have some things I want to do. Motorcycle repair. Machining. Yard stuff. I’m going to choose some things I think I can get done, and I’m going to get on it. The weather is right, and it’s going to be even better later this week. I no longer have the excuse of heat stroke.

Maybe I should start by vacuum-sealing all of my pork sausage.

I am always reluctant to say God told me this or that, but over the last few days I’ve felt great faith that I will be getting out of Miami before long, and that God is going to give me a career other than law. And I’ve felt faith that he’s going to do a few other major things for me. I hope this is all true, and that I will be able to avoid screwing it up.

Miami is a place that attracts cursed people. It is not a happy city. It used to make sense for my family to be here, but I think we’ve done our time. God willing, I will be found worthy of an area where the people are more conservative and more in touch with God. That would sure be nice.

My Gut Says He’s Right

I have been trying to put a respectable effort into Twitter and Facebook. I think I must be a born recluse, because I am incapable of getting excited about these services. And it disturbs me when someone I know “retweets” someone I don’t want to follow.

I am giving it the old college try, regardless.

Today on Facebook, someone asked if I was sorry to see Oprah’s show go off the air. Something like that. I had to vote “no,” partly because she promotes a professional antichrist by the name of Eckhardt Tolle.

There have been so many antichrists and gurus of real quality, it’s hard to believe people fall for this one. I could understand thinking Krishnamurti had the answer. Or Buddha. But Tolle is to antichrists as The Weekly World News is to Investor’s Business Daily. If the Dalai Lama is Olivier, Eckhardt Tolle is Yogi Bear.

Today I saw a real gem from this guy. Some poor lost soul wanted to know if it was okay to eat meat, and Tolle told her (I’m sure it was a her) to ask her body. It works like this: you think of the food, and you feel one of two things. Your body tries to open up to the food, or it contracts away from it. If your body opens up, it means the food is good for you, because “The body knows more about food than your mind ever will.”

Try this right now. I did. Apparently I should be living on pork sausage, pizza, ice cream, biscuits, country ham, and Tootsie Rolls. That’s just the list so far. If my body is right, medical science has made some terrible mistakes.

My body will open up to all sorts of stuff. Scotch. Cocaine. Ritalin (I loved that stuff). Caffeine. Premarital sex. Opiates. Even fruit-scented shampoo; when I smell it, a part of me wants to drink it. My body is getting all excited, just making this list.

My body is a moron. It probably thinks Eckhardt Tolle is the savior of the world. If my body called the shots, I would be worshiping either Naomi Campbell or Ronald McDonald.

It has to be a bummer to for a guy with Tolle’s pride to be severely outperformed by a third-tier science fiction writer who said our troubles were caused by dead people sent here in DC-8s by an alien named Xenu. And Tolle is also eating the dust of a convicted con man who pretended to read ancient Mormon mysteries off a pile of impossibly heavy gold plates contained in…a hat. And who claimed an Egyptian papyrus depicting mummification techniques was actually the collected works of Abraham.

If you’re going to fall for something, at least fall for something plausible. Don’t worship a toaster or the number 15 or a guy who shares Oprah’s private pantheon with Dr. Phil and a physician who has nearly succeeded in trademarking the word “poop.”

I wish I had some Pop Tarts. My brilliant body is really open to them right now.

Pounds and Pounds of Pleasure

The pork sausage I made is filling my life with joy.

God miraculously delivered me from gluttony. That means these days I just don’t want as much food as I used to, so I eat less. But the custom of having three meals a day is a threat. I’m not all that active, and three real meals–even if small–can be enough to prevent weight loss or cause gain. That means I have to quit eating a lot at at dinner, which is a meal I don’t particularly want to begin with. So I’m shifting the calories to earlier meals.

I’m not hungry in the morning or at night, so I think I’m going to shift the focus of my food day to lunch. That means I need to eat a respectable lunch. This is where pork sausage fits into the picture. I haven’t been able to have a good breakfast for the longest time; it just doesn’t make sense to stuff myself when I’m not hungry. But now I can have breakfast for lunch! I can use my gorgeous antique skillets, which make the best-tasting eggs imaginable! I just had two fried eggs, two sausage patties, and two pieces of toast, and I even let myself have butter!

That sausage is the bomb. It has no gamy smell, the seasoning is perfect, and it seems like the quality lard I used to bulk it up makes it fry up better than store sausage. It’s funny how simple foods can be better than fancy-shmancy dishes served at expensive restaurants. If you can make a really good cheeseburger, you won’t have the slightest interest in mastering complicated cuisine.

Maybe one reason we overeat is that our food is so unsatisfying.

Hmm…I used to overeat when I was eating really good food. Well, it was a fun theory for the ten seconds during which I entertained it.

I can’t wait to make sausage with apple juice in it. I can do that as soon as I eat the…ten and a half pounds of sausage I already have.

Argghh.

Oh…oh…turducken made with pork sausage made with apple juice instead of sugar…oh…

I need to breathe into a bag for a sec.

Let’s Move it Out of the Basement

On Friday and Saturday, I participated in the Men’s Encounter at my church. It sounds like a left-wing touchy-feely fest where men cry and admit they like to do needlepoint, but such was not the case. It was a surprisingly well-structured boot camp for charismatic Christian men who needed to be shown the way into the Holy of Holies. That’s a good way to describe it.

I left for church at about 4 p.m. on Friday, got home late, woke at 6 a.m. yesterday, and got home at 9 p.m. So you could say I had a busy couple of days.

Unfortunately, each of us had to sign a promise in which we said we would not disclose what went on. Were that not the case, I could tell you more about it. But the first rule of Faith Club is: you do not talk about Faith Club.

I guess I can make a few general remarks. We learned about forgiveness, repentance, purity, and the baptism of the Holy Spirit, among other things. And the approach the church took made it clear that these things are weapons. The speakers also helped us understand that if a family or a city or a society is to change for the better, men have to lead. That’s a Biblical principle. When women or children are forced to lead–or choose to do so out of rebellion–it means things are going very badly. Men are supposed to rise out of their selfishness and protect and provide. That’s the way the universe was designed.

Some of the testimonies were amazing. I guess I can mention two, since they were revealed later at the regular church service.

One guy showed up because a friend–a talented singer who tears up the stage every weekend–invited him. He didn’t buy into prayer in tongues, but he still took part in the session in which people were baptized with the Spirit. He said that in his heart, he was sort of mocking the pastor, not expecting anything to happen. Then something rose up inside him, and he started speaking. And unlike the vast majority of people who get baptized, he understood what he was saying! Very odd.

During one part of the Encounter, I heard a real commotion going on not far from me. I won’t describe it, but I think it’s okay to say I witnessed it. In church, we heard a testimony which appeared to explain it.

A 14-year-old boy decided he was an atheist, and he told his parents. He said he would keep going to church in order to make his mother happy, but he didn’t believe any of it. Somehow, his father got him to go to the Encounter. The kid was planning to get high with his friends when it was over.

At one point , he was praying with his head down, and he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned, and no one was there. But he saw a shadow on the floor. The shadow of Jesus. As he continued to pray, he saw shadows of evil faces on the floor around him, and they faded out and disappeared. I wish I could tell you what happened after that, but I can’t. To say he was affected emotionally would be putting it lightly.

It’s easy to conclude that Christian testimonies are nonsense, because they take place in churches that are imperfect. Every church has some error and some sin in it. Some churches are just plain silly. But God told us he uses foolish things to confound the wise, and it’s true. And he does astonishing works through people who are not only imperfect, but sometimes, seriously flawed and even embarrassing. It’s a hard thing to get used to. It would be nice if Christians were all super-dignified models of maturity and wisdom. But we are not.

If God can use Nebuchadnezzar, surely he can use you.

Today I turned on the PC and looked at my email, and I found an incredible testimony from a reader who asked for prayer. I didn’t get around to posting her request. I prayed about it, and I planned to blog it when I got the Encounter behind me. But God didn’t wait. He did something I can hardly believe. If she’ll allow it, I’ll blog it.

It’s impressive when I post a prayer request and something good happens, but it’s not a great shock, because so many faith-filled people read this blog. That there would be power in their prayers is not surprising. But it’s startling when the result comes before I can post the request. God still does wonders, every day.

A few weeks back, we had a women’s conference, and they had to use the entire sanctuary. This time, they used curtains to shrink the seating area, and we only had about 250 people. That shows how men are letting God down and exposing society to every possible kind of attack. We are something like forty percent of churchgoers. And we’re the ones God wants to use to reach everyone else! Every week my church is overloaded with women, because the men who should be there can’t be bothered to show up. They’re sleeping it off next to floozies or just doing their own thing. I used to be one of those men.

The Encounter is worth going to, even if you don’t go to this church. It’s open to everyone. I believe they’re having another one in a few months. I hope other churches are doing the same thing. A church without men is weak and headed for trouble. We shouldn’t let our selfishness imperil the women and children around us.

More

I got permission to blog the other testimony. At the end of a November 19 email, a reader wrote this:

“If you think of it, pray for my husband. I married him in 1970. He was 21. He soon started drinking. He has been drinking ever since then and is drunk every day. Very drunk. He is still functioning at work and all like that, but its not much of a life. His name is _____.

I appreciate all your writings and your present course especially. May God continue to bless you and your family. I know he has wonderful things for you.”

I usually put requests like this on the blog, but I was busy with the Men’s Encounter, and I was going to blog this one today. I did pray however. And here’s what she wrote at 1 a.m. on November 21:

“Steve,
did you pray for him or something? WHile he was sleeping it off today he saw in him mind’s eye a beer can and “heard” the statement that he was giving his whole life to alchohol. Uh, wowie.
Don’t let up and I won’t either.

He was pretty sober when he woke up and I was friendly and told him that that well, you got a pretty clear message.

Amazed,
_____”

How about that? God didn’t even wait for you guys to pray. Sometimes his kindness is too much to comprehend.

Your Eggs Will Thank You

I could not resist frying up a piece of the sausage I made yesterday. It turns out it’s excellent. The lard I added made it fry up properly. The seasoning is mild but balanced. I suspect that store sausage relies on heavy applications of sage to kill the gamy smell of cheap pork.

Here’s what I’d suggest, if you want to try this. I highly recommend an electric grinder, or you could have your butcher grind the meat.

INGREDIENTS

10 lbs. pork (shoot for 40% fat)
3/8 cup brown sugar
3 tsp. pepper
2 tsp. cayenne
2 tbsp. sage
1/4 cup salt
1 tbsp. paprika

You can increase any of the seasonings if you want. Test the sausage by frying test pieces after you mix it. If you can it, remove the sage and crank up the other hot seasonings.

I screwed up by underdoing the fat content, but the lard was my salvation.

Try not to get gamy cuts. Brining in a 16:1 solution of water and baking soda will fix it, but it’s a lot of work.

I really want to try this with apple juice concentrate substituted for the sugar. I think I’ll get some frozen juice and reduce it as much as possible before adding it.

Tune In

One of the wonderful things about being connected to the Holy Spirit is that he constantly confirms his presence. One way he does this is by revealing the same thing to different believers, independently.

Last night I was watching Perry Stone with Marvin, and he talked about the items found in the Holy of Holies in the temple in Jerusalem. One such item is a huge seven-branched menorah.

A long, long time ago–maybe twenty years–it occurred to me that the menorah represented the post-resurrection baptism of the Holy Spirit, which is available to all believers. In the Bible, olive oil often represents the Holy Spirit. The Bible says there are seven Spirits of God. Light represents illumination, and the Holy Spirit illuminates, explaining things to believers from within them.

Perry Stone confirmed this in the DVD! He said the menorah represented the Holy Spirit, and he mentioned the seven spirits. That was neat. I’ve never heard any other Christian say those things, but God said them to me during the Reagan years.

He added some other interesting information. Jewish accounts tell us that God used to communicate with the Jews in the Holy of Holies, through the menorah and the 12-stoned costume the priests wore. Hebrew letters on the costume would light up, and so on. The Old Testament is full of symbols of things that came to pass in the New Testament. It makes sense to say that the communications the priests received are like the things the Holy Spirit tells Spirit-filled believers by supernatural means.

Yesterday a commenter mentioned the practice of asking the Holy Spirit for guidance. We should do this dozens of times every day. It actually works. For example, some believers think there is a spiritual gift of “discernment” which helps them tell whether a teaching comes from God or elsewhere. I think that’s probably a little off; Robert Morris says there is no gift called “discernment,” but that there is a gift called “discerning of spirits,” which means the ability to detect the presence of spirits with your ordinary senses. I’ve experienced that at least twice, including the time I got a good long look at a spirit on the wall of my house. I think what some people call “discernment” is actually either the word of knowledge or the word of wisdom.

The word of knowledge means God tells you a fact you could not have learned through natural means. Example: Jesus tells the woman at the well she has had five husbands. The word of wisdom means God gives you supernatural understanding, more or less. I think everyone knows what “wisdom” means.

It makes sense that a doctrine denying true discernment of spirits would arise. Ordinarily, evil spirits are invisible. Surely they like it that way. It would be odd if they didn’t fight the notion that they could be exposed. Also, people like to make excuses for God when the things he promises don’t seem to be materializing. If God says we’ll be able to see spirits, and then we don’t see them, it’s human nature to decide he said something else. But I’ve seen them, so it doesn’t trouble me to say this gift exists.

Robert Morris also says every believer can exercise each of the nine spiritual gifts, and that it’s a mistake to get the idea that you only get a certain number of them. I suppose that’s right. Like he says, you wouldn’t want a situation where a believer needs a certain kind of help and can’t get it because another believer with the needed gift has wandered off somewhere.

Anyway, a Spirit-filled believer can ask for guidance and receive it in a hurry.

God reveals the same things to different believers at different times and in different places, and one good conclusion to take away from that is that you should be humble when the Spirit works through you. If God tells you something, it’s not because you’re wonderful or because he needs your help. It’s because he’s wonderful and you need HIS help. God can reveal his mysteries to a chair or a rock if he feels like it. If he tells you something, you have nothing to be proud of. It’s no reflection on your or your brilliance or your super righteousness.

It’s natural to feel important when God works through you, and it’s natural to admire people through whom God works. But “natural” is bad. We’re not supposed to be natural. Apes are natural. Like Rose Sayer said in The African Queen, “Nature, Mr. Allnut, is what we were put in this world to rise above.”

Pride is a tough thing to fight, because it’s so sneaky. It takes so many shapes, it’s not always easy to spot. I think many of us are going to get humbling lessons at judgment, when we find out how little we earned, after lifetimes of doing impressive things via God’s power. It’s impossible to know who is really making God happy, or whom he will reward. I think many of the people at the top of the list will be nobodies who barely got noticed at their churches. I don’t think the list of notables will be heavy with mega-church pastors and TV preachers.

God told me some stuff. He told other people the same stuff. I didn’t deserve it, and it wasn’t my stuff. It didn’t come from my mind. It was all handouts and alms. I try to remember that I am a welfare case.

Today I was working on my latest psalm, which is number 32. I thought I understood it pretty well when I chose it, but now I see that I was wrong. It’s largely about the necessity of being honest with God. People complain that their prayers aren’t answered, when they’re holding onto worldliness and sin and rationalizing what they do. If you want God to do what you ask, you should confess everything you can think of (in addition to making sure you’re not asking for stupid things like a pony or a closetful of Jimmy Choos). Paul made it clear that holding onto sin and iniquity (the inclination to sin) could result in the destruction of the flesh. You can become very miserable and physically sick from it; this is why communion, with real confession and repentance, are important. It’s why you have to forgive.

The fifteenth psalm says you have to speak the truth in your heart if you want God to give you a victorious life.

This is important to me because I know a couple of people who have terrible problems and who need to forgive and repent, yet who are pretty far from the turning point. I’m trying to be honest with God in my own life, for fear of earthly misery. It happens. It’s not a joke. This stuff is like pus inside a wound that has only healed on the surface. It will break out over and over. You have to debride the wound and get the garbage out.

Now that I think about it, this was the main subject of Perry Stone’s DVD. He was talking about the things Christians do that give Satan legal access to their bodies, minds, and spirits. He’s right. Running around claiming your rights won’t work, if you’re still rebelling. The notion that faith, all by itself, will keep you safe is not correct. If it were, you wouldn’t have much incentive to keep growing and improving.

We’ve promoted a lot of dumb “name it and claim it” ideas that put our desires above Matthew 6.33. Above God’s desires. “Believe for” a Bentley all you want. You only get what God thinks you should have.

Three

I have an email I need to acknowledge.

We got some really good news the other day, and I have still been trying to gather my thoughts to send an email to everyone.
Mom had a colonoscopy on Nov. 3, it went wonderfully-the cancer had not spread to her colon, only one small polyp that the doctor felt sure would be benign when it came back from pathology, and a very mild case of diverticulosis which can be managed with more fiber, and bleeding internal hemorrhoids causing her anemia.
This week on Monday Nov. 9, we went to see her radiation oncologist. She examined mom and said that the cervix was pink, healthy and soft. The tumors were getting very small. We told her that we gave the credit and the Glory to the Lord.
So that’s all we know for now.
Just keep us in your prayers.

That’s from Heather.

Also, reader N5 has mentioned his desire to get help getting off booze. He is interested in finding a church in his area. My pastor has been looking for one to recommend, but he’s so busy he barely has time to breathe right now. Maybe some of you would like to hold N5 up in prayer.

If it were me, I’d spend at least a day in fasting and prayer, and I’d repent of addiction on my own behalf and that of my family. And I’d cast it out. Jesus said fasting and prayer would enable us to cast out demons in his name.

Another reader wants prayer for an employment problem, but he hasn’t given me permission to mention his name or Internet handle yet. I have a feeling God will know who you’re referring to if you pray for him.

Workout + Food

I learned a few things about making sausage today.

1. Sausage has sugar in it. Or at least it can.

2. If you use a hand grinder, you have to get the ring that holds the grinder together on as tightly as possible. Otherwise, the blade will fail to cut long fibers of meat as they pass through, and the grinder will clog.

3. Do not use a hand grinder unless you are a masochist or in need of bust development.

4. Picnic hams appear incredibly fatty when you grind them, but they’re actually too lean for sausage.

I took my brined hams and ground them up (nightmare), and then I used this recipe:

INGREDIENTS

10 lbs. pork
1/2 cup brown sugar
3 tsp. black pepper
2 tsp. cayenne
1 tbsp. paprika
1/4 cup salt
2 tbsp. sage
1/2 lb. El Cochinito brand lard

I added the lard because the test pieces I fried made almost no grease, and that’s unacceptable. I guess next time I’ll find a way to get more fat into the meat. Maybe I should buy pork loins at Costco and mix them with plain old fatback. Costco loins are cheap, and the quality is great. The picnic hams are okay, but they’re hard to cut up, and I suspect the meat is not as good for sausage as loins are. I’ve never had a gamy loin chop, but picnic hams are hit and miss.

The recipe I started with contained no paprika, and it only used two tbsp. of pepper. I thought the first test piece was a little bland, hence the pepper. I would cut the brown sugar to 3/8 cup next time. A little garlic wouldn’t hurt. I think powder would be better than fresh for this use.

I wonder if I could substitute frozen apple juice concentrate for the sugar. That would rock.

I ended up with 11 pounds of sausage. I intended to can it, but I couldn’t make myself make sausage without sage in it. It seemed immoral somehow. And you can’t can it if it contains sage. I shaped the sausage into 11 one-pound loaves and put them in the freezer to firm up. When they’re hard, I’ll seal ten of them in bags and freeze them. The other one is for immediate use.

This stuff will be much better than store sausage, mainly because of the paprika. When I made the first test piece, I thought it was a little sweet, and I thought it needed more pepper, and I knew there was something else missing. I concentrated hard, and then I knew the answer. I made two more test pieces, with paprika in one piece. It turned out to be exactly what was needed. This amount of sage is fairly light, but I didn’t mind that.

If I were going to can this stuff, I’d jack the cayenne and black pepper up by at least one teaspoon each, because I’d have to remove the sage, and that would make the sausage too mild.

It’s sad that the sausage is better than store sausage, because now I’m spoiled. Oh well.

No Thanks

I quit reading Larry Huch’s The Torah Blessing. I wanted to give it a chance, but the more I read, the more I felt it was not for me.

These days, charismatics are very interested in Christianity’s debt to Judaism, so we love learning about it from any source that will teach us. We are obsessively supporting Israel, and we worry that the US is going to be punished for the way it has betrayed her. And we want to know where our faith came from.

The danger here is that we will end up Judaizing the church. This is something Paul fought. Certain Jews in the early church tried to force circumcision and other parts of the law on non-Jewish believers, and Paul made it clear that this was wrong. The Mosaic law has never been imposed on Gentiles. To this day, Orthodox Jews think it’s absurd to talk about Gentiles observing halaka. Judaism is not like Islam, which is so intolerant its adherents in the Middle East and other parts of Asia feel entitled to sponsor murder in non-Muslim countries because far-off infidels have disobeyed Mohammed.

There are Messianics all over the US, and like the Orthodox, they don’t believe in Judaizing the rest of us. It makes no sense to take laws that God clearly intended to set Jews apart, and apply them to people who are not Jews.

I had a funny experience a couple of weeks back. The word “tikkun” kept rolling around in my head, and I could not remember what it meant. I Googled it, and I came across a Messianic website which belongs to Tikkun Ministries. The rabbi who runs it is named Dan Juster. I didn’t look closely at the site. I just wanted to find out what “tikkun” meant, and once I had accomplished that, I moved on.

I have a new friend; she works for the International Fellowship of Christians and Jews. She sometimes sends me interesting links about Israel and Christianity. A few days after my Googling experience, she emailed me an article written by Dan Juster! Very odd. Here is an excerpt:

First I want to firmly counter a false theology that has grown up, mostly among Gentile Yeshua believers who believe that the recovery of Jewish roots requires that they embrace the Jewish dimensions of calling rooted in the Torah and reject Christian tradition. They attack the Church because they worship on Sunday and celebrate the resurrection on the “wrong” day of the year. As I argued in a past article (see, Calendar Confusion, March 2009), finding the exact right day for celebration was much harder than most suspected, even within ancient Judaism. The point here is that while God has ordained specific days of rest and celebration for the Jewish people, He has not required any specific days of rest for the nations: neither the seventh day Sabbath nor the Feast days.

You can find the rest here. What he says makes perfect sense to me.

Larry Huch recommends that Gentiles pray wearing Jewish shawls. He says we are to observe the Jewish (Saturday) Sabbath, including a traditional Sabbath dinner. We’re supposed to light candles and put an alms box on the table and do a lot of other things Jews do on Friday night. I don’t know what else he recommends; when I got to the stuff about the Sabbath, I felt I was not going to benefit from reading further, so I stopped. I think he’s wrong, and I think his interpretation of “supporting” scriptures is erroneous.

What he’s asking is way too much. Judaism and its practices and observances are eternal, and every Christian should learn about these things, but I’m not about to buy tefillen, give up pork, invest in an eruv, stop wearing shorts in public, wear a yarmulke, grow sidecurls, observe a yeast-free Passover week, build a booth on Succoth, or learn and observe the 613 commandments. I am not a Jew. Being a Jew is a lot of work; I have enough on my plate. Pork included.

What Huch teaches seems like legalism to me. He gets around this by saying we’re not “required” to do all these things, but that they please God and provide “points of contact” and such so our faith can be turned into results. I don’t buy that. The difference between saying something is mandatory and saying it’s something God likes us to do is nearly meaningless to a Christian. We don’t live under the law; many things we do for God could be described as discretionary, but we do them as though they were commanded. When you tell a Christian God likes it when he does something, it’s nearly the same thing as making it a commandment.

Here are the things that seem important to me: get salvation, get baptized in the Spirit, pray in tongues long and often, study the Bible, give offerings and alms, repent every chance you get, fast, take authority over evil spirits in order to overcome your chronic sins, do good things for others, pray with your understanding (including simple conversation with God), and support your church. That’s most of it. Don’t worry about finding a red heifer or avoiding shrimp. I can’t speak for Messianic Jews, but if you’re a Gentile, God could not care less about those things. Why keep sending checks to the bank when someone else has paid off your mortgage?

I’m afraid Judaizers will fall into disfavor, as they should, and that the fallout will splatter on non-Judaizers who provide beneficial teachings about the Old Testament and Judaism. Perry Stone is such a teacher.

People are not all that bright; that’s a fact of life. Most human beings will have a hard time seeing the distinction.

Last night I watched a wonderful Perry Stone video about depriving Satan of the authority to enter your “temple,” or your body, mind, and spirit. He presented it at a conference in Dalton, Georgia a few years ago. He had large models of items from Solomon’s Temple on the stage, and he explained the symbolic significance of each. I loved it. I would recommend it to anyone. He didn’t say we had to sacrifice bulls or burn incense or bake shewbread, however. He wasn’t wearing a prayer shawl or a yarmulke, and he didn’t dip hyssop in a bowl of blood. I am one hundred percent behind this kind of teaching. The Judaizing stuff…not so much.

I Will Adorn it With Crosses in Honor of My President

I got my Saiga-12 fixed up. I haven’t machined the receiver for the new buttstock, but I got the new trigger guard and fire control group installed. The buttstock will be very easy compared to this other stuff.

I learned a lot from the people at Saiga-12.com. They are extremely helpful and patient.

Some tips for people who do their own conversions:

1. Go to the forum at Saiga-12.com for help. Those guys are fantastic.

2. Don’t forget to take out whatever is retaining the trigger and hammer pins before trying to tap them out of the receiver.

3. Use a center drill (Google it) to start the holes when you drill out the rivets on the Hillary-style trigger guard and the old trigger group. Use a drill press or milling machine to start the holes on the trigger guard rivets, if possible.

4. When you take out the bolt hold open lever and spring, make sure you sketch the location and orientation of the parts. They make no sense, and if you look for pictures online, you’ll find stuff that’s misleading.

5. When you put the gun back together, install the safety lever first. Trust me.

6. If you have a Tromix fire control group, the big V-shaped retaining spring for the hammer and fire control group pins should be oriented with the point of the V toward the back of the gun. If it won’t click into place, open the loop at the point of the V slightly and try again.

7. When you install a Tromix fire control group, the hammer goes in backwards.

8. To reinstall the BHO lever and spring, do this. Drop the trigger in. Put the pin in it. Make a 1/8″-long (or shorter) bend in the short end of the spring, so it catches the little projection on the lever. Drop the spring into the receiver. Run the pin through it, into the far side of the receiver. Drop the BHO lever in. Make yourself a tool from a paper clip (don’t use a dental pick). Straighten the clip and make a tiny hook at one end, just big enough to hold the spring wire. Make a bigger hook at the other end, big enough to go around a screwdriver shaft. Catch the spring end in the little hook, put a screwdriver in the big hook, and use the screwdriver shaft as a handle to pull the spring end toward the muzzle of the gun. You should be able to drop the spring end onto the projection on the lever. This tip is worth its weight in gold. You don’t need the BHO lever, so you can throw it out if you want.

I find it amusing that “BHO” stands for “bolt hold open” as well as B. Hussein Obama.

9. Don’t worry about scratching the finish on the gun, because it’s no good and will need to be replaced. Use aluminum oxide 120 grit to blast the old crap off, and then coat the gun with Norrell’s moly resin or Brownell’s aerosol equivalent. You can use Norrell’s on the inside of the receiver, because it’s too thin to interfere with moving parts. Not sure about Brownell’s. Glass bead blasting will result in a finish that falls off.

That’s about it. I learned some of this stuff from experience and some by begging and Googling.

Now it’s time to relax and have a healthy dinner of ham hocks, fried apples, and mustard greens.

Pre-conversion:

Post-half-conversion: