I had lunch yesterday in a restaurant I used to frequent a lot.
It was in Stafford, the Southwest area of Houston. I had an office there when I worked for Hope For Haiti’s Children; the restaurant was around the corner.
While eating my sandwich, I overheard someone say, “Mmmm, I’ve got a hankering for some Haggis.” Okay. So, I googled it.
Haggis: a savory dish made with a sheep’s heart, liver, and lungs, mixed with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, then encased inside a sheep’s stomach, and boiled in water.
Sure, sign me up. Make mine a double, with one to go. And hurry.
It’s the national dish of Scotland, and considered quite delicious. No, I haven’t tried it. Frankly, I think it would smell terrible and taste even worse.
But I don’t know and I don’t want to know. Just color me unadventurous.
My ancestors are from Scotland. However, the national dish of my ancestral home churns my stomach. Maybe I’m Irish?
The Spiritual Side
Jesus our Messiah: To the Jews who had believed in him, Jesus said, “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth and the truth will set you free,” (John 8:31-32).
Many claim to know Jesus, to follow him. It’s often a claim of heritage, an extension of childhood. But to Jesus, discipleship was defined by obedience to his teaching; not to the law of Moses, but a heart devotion to his Word. Then let freedom ring!
The Word of Christ isn’t a bowl of Haggis. It isn’t optional. Not something I can reject because I don’t like the way it looks, smells, or tastes. Jesus would have me think better of his word.
“Mmmm, I’ve got a hankering for some Haggis.”