How Great The Yield From A Fertile Field

Random musings from an old farmer about life, agriculture, and faith

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Milkshakes & Earthquakes

We have a long-standing tradition in our home to regularly make chocolate milkshakes for our bedtime snack. We often argue over who has to make them because we are all usually tired by milkshake time. My daughter volunteered last night. She had one glass too much left in the blender when the old farmer's wife decided she wanted a strawberry shake instead. My daughter poured the remainder into a glass and set it in the freezer part of the refrigerator. A while later I went to open the freezer door and the glass (improperly placed) fell out onto the floor.
I didn't know that milkshake could become a projectile! It went everywhere! Across the floor, across the room, up the walls, and on the ceiling! We wiped chocolate shake off of the chairs, the table, the woodwork, the oven, the cabinets, and the wall decorations. What a mess. We practically had to spring clean the kitchen.
But the shakes were delicious and the tradition will no doubt continue.

I have flown into and out of Port-au-Prince, Haiti and can imagine the destruction that was caused by the devastating earthquake they experienced. It was already a poverty stricken, crime ridden, crowded, politically unstable, shanty town of a city, and now this. My heart goes out to the all of the helpless people there. It is wonderful to see the international search and rescue teams heading there, and all the action taking place by the Red Cross, churches, charities, and relief agencies from around the world. My prayer is for quick aid, medical care, stabilization, and clean up. And that God's presence can be felt by the people of Haiti.
I am very thankful that the Cayes area was mostly spared.

Now when the centurion, and they that were with him, watching Jesus, saw the earthquake, and those things that were done, they feared greatly, saying, Truly this was the Son of God.
Matthew 27:54

2 Comments:

At 7:39 AM, Blogger Jenny said...

Ha! Did it splatter worse than the mashed peas??

 
At 12:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Different trajectory, if you will...the peas as I remember it went straight up and rained back down...this was across the room and almost into the hallway.
It did my heart good to see your dad scrubbing walls. :)
Mom

 

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