Sunday Marinara is like a holiday in our home. I cook the sauce all day and when it is ready we get some fresh baked bread from the Italian Restaurant across the street and simply savor bread and marinara. Enjoy.
Watch video for the story of how I came up with this recipe and hear the challenge you can participate in if your choose to accept.
17.6oz of steamed lentils (1 package of TJ already steamed lentils).
24oz of ketchup (I Bottle of TJ organic Ketchup)
1C of Dill Pickle Juice
I large onion small dice
I large bell pepper small dice
1/2 C of Orange Juice or Pineapple Juice
Jason came in and sat down. I liked Jason because he reminded me of a hippy and I like hippies. I wanted to be his friend. I went over and talked to him. Found out that he was waiting to meet with apastor because he was wrestling with questions about spirituality - like none of us do. He talked briefly about his struggle with “all of this” is what he said as he looked around at the empty church coffee shop, vacant lobby, and lonely auditorium at lunch time on a Tuesday.
There are days as a parent that are harmonious. We all have great attitudes, we create memories, we laugh, we eat good, and we love fully. Then there are days of gnashing teeth, whining, slamming doors, dramatic crying, and the dreaded "I hate you!"
Mysterious grace - when everything goes wrong and some how it all works together for good. Have you ever noticed how we celebrate the hard days?
- It is the first time I actually feel like I became an adult. Eighteen, legal “adult" age, did not do it. Twenty-one, the drinking age, definitely did not do it. Thirty. I guess because it is a number that no longer has youth associated with it.
- I am leaving my zipper down more after using public restrooms. Or, the percentage is the same it just feels like more because I can’t hold my liquids as long as I used to. My mom used to call me a camel.
Wooden spoon in hand I thunder up the stairs - I am a big guy, so I am never not thundering up the stairs - and the kids no they have pushed too far. I reach the crest of the stairs and they scatter like roaches when the light is turned on. Tripping over toy strollers and dodging legos like they are land mines, I pursue my targets.
I admit the the resolution thing for me is daunting. They always have something to do with losing weight and being disciplined. This is because these are the two things I hate about myself. So I make my resolutions about trying to be a different me rather than an improved me. The different me can't appreciate me for me. The different me looks at famous people, successful friends, healthy friends, cool people, cool bloggers, much more hip Trader Joe's employees and is constantly comparing. Even worse those I shamefully deem less successful, less healthy, less cool, less blogger, less hip TJ employee I unintentionally judge and become incapable of loving.
I couldn't help but think about this story when I was admiring all the pictures from the Woman’s March and reflecting on the uncertain times we are entering with the Inauguration of Trump. Jesus was subverting major religious institutions and the Roman Empire that both had the boot on the chest of common people. Whether you are Christian, Atheist, Agnostic, Buddhist, Muslim, Hindu, Jewish… at least acknowledging Jesus’ compassion together, I believe, will arise a spirit within us to see with new eyes. Does that mean we cannot be angry? Does that mean we have to roll over and not fight? No!
Our family is loud. All of us are constantly yelling at each other and I don't know what to do. I scream at them saying, “Stop yelling at each other.” Then I hear the sage in my head, “I hear what your saying but what your doing is screaming at me.” Yes, I am screaming because that is the only way I will be heard over the madness of 4 kids (9, 6, 4, 3 year olds) and two passionate parents.
The mystery of loving myself. Richard Rohr says, "Those who rush to artificially manufacture their own identity often end up with hardened and overly defended edges. They are easily offended and are always ready to create a new identity when the current one lets them down." When I love the created idol of myself I become superficial with others and depressed with my true self leading me to be lost and isolated.
In my brief ten minutes of Thanksgiving ecstasy, I realized that working at Pikesville Trader Joe’s has allowed me to love myself better and therefore has allowed me to be a better loving husband, father, friend, neighbor, and fellow Crew. I truly believe that the happiness we have that so many experience when they enter, is the the overflow of love we have for each other.
When we use “just saying” it disillusions us into believing our words are isolated from our being, our neighbor, and the universe. As though our brain, spirit, motive, and opinion have nothing to do with the words that emerge from my lips. As though we can “wash our hands” of any situation, trending Facebook conversation, confrontation, compliment, or even fb likes. We are disillusioned as though our words have no matter and…
Crying together on the porch my son (Murray) and I were trying to learn the way of love. He said, “They give me the middle finger” interrupting his thought he looks at me and says “I know what that means now.”
I said, “What does it mean?”
He said, “Fuck.”
I said, “Yeah… you’re right. Do you know what ‘fuck’ means?”
He said, “Yes.”
Years ago I stumbled on this theme because I was deep in thought - I do this often - and discovered that the destinations are boring without the experience of the journey.