It’s nice being in a warm room, flanked by a heater, a block of Lindt “Noir Orange” chocolate, a flurry of paper (articles on scripture & the church, timetables, brochures, and and essay question) and a copy of Calvin’s Institutes.
The thunder occasionally peals in the distance. It rained for a minute or two. Just long enough for me to raise the blinds and open the windows, so I can smell the moisture-laden air & listen to the drops hit the plastic patio roof outside my window.
Evenings like this I wish I didn’t have to go to bed. Things feel so… “real” on nights like this. Like the air itself has grit and grain.
I knew from the start the night would be good though. $10 steaks at the Summer Hill Pub with a free Schooner of Beer. A chef who has grasped with both mind and hands the meaning of the word “rare”.
We arrived, we sat and we chatted over our lovely meals.
And as it ends…
“I enjoyed that so much I could probably go it again”
Dan delivers the off-hand comment, such as would be expected after any good meal.
“I know what you mean, I feel the same way”
“Well, if we are all in, then why not”
I smile enthusiasticly. Wallets are fished out, coins are counted & dinner is repeated!
And thus the poem entitled “Twin Steaks” is born.
I best not let the night end too late….
7 thoughts on “Twin Steaks”
I love it! It’s the simple things in life that make it the best.
amen brother, amen! 🙂
interesting …the only meal i have shared with you involved you going for a round two also…hehe is this a regular habit goldy?! 😛
hehe sounds like a fun night! 🙂
So have you become a Calvinist yet? 🙂
Mic, I have been a Calvinist for a long long time.
Am I a 5 pointer? Well on that the Jury is still out.
And do I agree with everything in the institutes (ahhh the real test), that I can definately say no to!
Ha. You’re not a Calvinist if you aren’t a five-pointer, my friend!
That’s a bit reductionistic isn’t it? After all, the concept of “Tulip” as a definition didn’t come till the Synod of Dort, in 1619!
Poor Calvin being strained down to an acrostic.
I’m just as happy not to be defined by one theologian anyway. Let’s go for the Wesley Quote:
“My ground is the Bible. Yea, I am a Bible-bigot. I follow it in all things, both great and small.”