Viva Tortillas!

We usually have some tortillas around the house. They make quick snacks if you add cheese and breakfast if you add egg. Actually, I prefer a tortilla with grilled bratwurst instead of a hot dog with bun! There I said it! I'm messing with all that our culture holds dear from the 60s: Baseball, Hot Dogs, Apple Pie and Chevrolet (The Texas Rangers are taking care of the first ingredient). The one disturbing thing, not only with most tortillas, but bread goods in general, is that they seem to have increased the amount of preservatives that are added. Our family probably keeps bread longer than most people, so whenever I open a bag of bread, I automatically smell the bread first, expecting to get that unique smell of mold. When that test passes, I move to visual inspection. Still no mold! Bread items seem to last longer and longer. However... last week I bought some fresh tortillas from the deli section and imagine my surprise when mold started showing up while my other tortillas that were opened quite a bit earlier still seem unblemished and ready to use.

My prayer for the congregation?

Dear God, if we preserve our worship to you in such a way that things become routine and synthetic, then we risk the possibility of missing the mystery and wonder that arises when we are open to fresh ideas and new programs. Help us to sustain our prayers, our worship, and our programs but with an appreciation for the authentic and relative. Let us continue our courses not because it's historical but because they are still needed and still valuable. We are thankful for all that has been preserved through the years through the campfire teachings by the story tellers, the illuminated and detailed words of the scribes, the poignant testimony of the witnesses, and the bold actions of the saints. Give us fresh voices to offer a glimpse of the living God in our lives to those who think of faith as stale and irrelevant. You, O God, are bright and unblemished and genuine. Amen!