Russ Ray

Trying to become more like Jesus

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When you don’t know what you don’t know

We joined the YMCA a couple of months ago, and in the meantime, my wife has been teaching the kids about exercise and nutrition and trying to get them to cut down on snacks like ice cream. She posted this Scripture on the refrigerator:

The eyes of all look to you, and you give them their food at the proper time.—Psalm 145:15 (NIV)

When I saw it, I thought that it was her way of using God’s Word to encourage the kids not to overeat and snack too much between meals.

Last night, our kids had their end-of-year awards for Awana, and when we arrived, their leader gave them some cards to read, one of which was the Scripture above that was posted on the refrigerator.

Why did they have the same verse as the one on the refrigerator? Because the kids recited Psalm 145 for the parents, and one of my kids was memorizing that verse.

It’s not irony or coincidence that this verse was on the refrigerator when it was a verse about food, and even though it was up for the purpose of one of our kids memorizing it for a recital, it still taught me something else from God’s Word.

All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.—2 Timothy 3:16–17 (NIV)

Has God ever used His Word in a way you didn’t expect to teach you something?


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Survey says: do you clean your plate?

When I was a kid, my mom made me clean my plate at dinner every time. If I didn’t, she would guilt me into how wasteful it was and how all the kids in Ethiopia could have eaten that food and whatever. (Never mind the fact that FedEx wasn’t around yet to overnight that wasted food to Ethiopia and anything slower would have resulted in some little kids eating spoiled meat loaf.)

Anyway, I still have that thought in my head when I eat, but the thing that I wasn’t taught when I was a kid was how full the plate should have been. We had spaghetti for dinner last night, and I dutifully gave one of our kids three platefuls of spaghetti. I didn’t think it was a big deal at the time because I didn’t give her that much to eat on each of those plates. Fast-forward to four hours later: she’s sick in the bathroom hurling up spaghetti and my wife is ruing the decision to put me between the girl and the spaghetti bowl.

So, when you read a story like this one, it makes you wonder how much food we’re actually wasting, how much is actually going to our waists, and maybe because we’re an overportioned society we are either eating too much or using too much food and throwing it away. And, here’s my question for you: do you generally clean your plate when you eat?

If you actually pick it up and lick it, you might not win etiquette points, but you get bonus points in my book.


Lunchtime mashup 2

I did another lunchtime mashup a while back, and the opportunity came up recently to do another one.

There are some vague rules I instituted with the last lunchtime mashup. For example, you can’t spend any money for your ingredients. I kinda bend this rule, but it basically means that anything in my desk, sitting out at the office, or stolen from the refrigerator from co-workers is fair game.

So, in the red corner, we have Erika’s beef stir fry with pea pods. She normally serves it with white rice, but we ate it all, so it looks very lonely here by itself.

Then, in the blue corner, we have Erika’s wild rice and mushrooms. We had that with chicken, but… you guessed it, only this half survived dinner.

Mentioning red corners and blue corners makes me wonder why the colors red and blue have always been at war with each other:

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Lunchtime mashup

My wife has packed me a lunch for almost every day we’ve been married, and almost every day it’s been a next-level experience.

Occasionally, I call an audible. Yesterday was one of those days.

This was yesterday’s lunch, a fine attempt by itself… barbecued chicken, broccoli and cheddar mashed potatoes.

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