This might not relate to any theological topic, although it might eventually while I write.
For a long time now I have had food allergies. Perhaps you didn’t know, well, I do. I’m allergic to legumes. That means beans, peas, peanuts, and soy. There are good things about this and bad things about this.
Good thing: I can’t be a successful vegetarian. Nice. In your face soy-milk. You sound gross anyhow.
Bad thing: Matador nachos, while being delicious inevitably hurt me.
In response to my partaking in various foods that I’m allergic to my body gives me a migraine.
When I was a kid it was terrible. I mean terrible. At the time I was also allergic to wheat (which I think has gone since I’ve been an adult. I am very thankful for this.). I would eat something off the contraband list and within several days–if not the day after–I would have a life-altering migraine for a day. The sort where it hurts too much to sleep and the only solution is waiting until your body either accepts the children’s tylenol (one of the most useless pain-killers ever) or ejects the contents of your stomach into one of many possible locations. I have vomited in many a school-room garbage can and have spent many days/nights of lying in bed trying to find various positions in which I might make the pain stop for a moment.
My dad has these allergies too. His have always been worse than mine. Minus the vomiting. I reckon going to Vietnam as a gunner on a river patrol boat gives you a better control over your gag-reflex. My brother probably has them.
As an adult my experience with my allergies has changed. The migraines don’t always follow directly afterwards. The time frame can be once in a month or even less frequently. At times I remind myself of Clark Kent. Mild mannered regular human for most of the time, then I transform into captain food allergy once in awhile. Sadly, my only super-power is to get a migraine and hurt. The vomit inducing migraines are thankfully few and far between these days.
I suppose I tell you all this because as we speak I am just recovering from one of those unpleasant migraine experiences. The fact of the matter is that I ought to have known this was coming, but I’m in the habit of merely choosing to ignore this constant fact of life that I have experienced since I was a lad. It is at the same time one of those unpleasant things that I know will come in time, but something that I didn’t really hope/want/choose to think about in terms of the eventual payout that follows so many plates of delicious nachos at the matador.
Can I draw a theological conclusion from this? Probably.
It’s still Christmas and so therefore I choose to make a statement related to our current place in the church calendar. Christmas is about the incarnation. The church’s Christmas celebration is about Jesus coming to us in the midst of our humanity and bearing it. He comes among us as the one who owns the full extent of human brokenness on behalf of those who cannot do so themselves.He takes our sins upon Himself and becomes our righteousness.
If my approach to eating foods I shouldn’t is anything like many choices we make during each and every day regarding our relationship with the Lord and other human beings…then I’m glad that Christ came in part to be my righteousness, because I’m always in need of redemption especially when it comes to the strategies I use in life.
The “blatant disregard for the facts” strategy is getting old. Christmas = the beginning of the redemption of humanity by the incarnate God. Maybe we should ask Him to start our individual redemption with the way we look at things. That way we can be led by the Spirit into healthy strategies for life. Even if that means taking no strategy other than being led by the One who knows what’s up.
PS: I’m still planning on getting nachos. The point was theological in nature.