Parable of the Gracious Host?

Yes, You, Friend

Extraordinarily tense game, and I saw not one smile from Saban, only grimace. The man takes his football real serious. SEC at its tightest. Don’t remember watching a game with so many fourth downs played instead of punted. Arkansas didn’t shame themselves either.

They did have the whole red snapper at Capt Anderson’s. Better than ever as not lying in a butter bath this time. One third of it brought home for breakfast, along with Kristen’s baked potato skin, the best part. And two of her oysters.

Our house has a spacious walk-in attic, which until yesterday was a cluttered mess, but fairly decent now. I do need to sort my tools into don’t keep and a few keeps that fit into the metal tote tray Joe made for me in high school, one of my treasures. Pliers, few screw drivers, couple of hammers. That folding allen wrench set. Drill? maybe. Life gets down to what you may need and shed what you definitely won’t, and I’m looking forward to not putting on thick garden gloves if the potato vine needs pulling out of the azaleas.

Weary setting in. Bubba needs a day off.

Adult Sunday School this morning? Come prepared to defend a deity who goes into a towering rage if his people give up on him and who has to be talked out of immolating the lot of them. Parable of the Merciful, Gracious Host. Come prepared to defend a King who at his son’s wedding banquet sees an improperly dressed wedding guest and orders the guards, “‘Bind him hand and foot, and throw him into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.” 

Yes, you. 

Did Jesus really tell this story? One of the tests scholars use is if it’s imponderable, indefensible, outrageous, unconscionable, yes, he told it, because no editor would have added this. 

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