SESSION 25
Catastrophe–an event causing great and sudden damage or suffering. A disaster.
This was a catastrophe. The explosive surprise got everyone’s attention. The creamed corn looked as if it had been shot out of a cannon. It splattered everywhere…at least, everywhere it was not supposed to end up.
My wife and I took our grandkids to Rudy’s, one of their favorite barbeque restaurants. You wait in line to order and then eat family style at one of the long wooden picnic tables. Everyone was having an enjoyable time. The food was delicious. The youngest granddaughter declared this to be where she would like to eat every day.
Another granddaughter asked if she could have some more creamed corn. Our entire family loves Rudy’s creamed corn. It’s the perfect accent dish to the BBQ sandwiches. I passed her the creamed corn. That was the plan!
The creamed corn is served in a large Styrofoam cup, about the size of a Quik Trip Big Slurpee cup. I picked up the big serving and stood up. As I was handing the large cup to my wife, it slipped out of my hand.
The full container of creamed corn fell about a distance of two feet, from the height of my shoulder to the hard tabletop. It erupted like a volcano. It spewed into the air like a windblown dust storm. It was like the Star Trek starship Enterprise boldly going where no one has gone before.
The science of Physics has confirmed Newton’s three laws of motion. My Dummies version goes like this.
First Law: An object stays motionless until an external force is applied. The cup of creamed corn will stay where it is in my hand until I drop it, thus, setting it in motion.
Second Law: Force is created that is directly proportional to the weight of the object multiplied by its acceleration. The weight of the creamed corn cup times its acceleration due to gravity creates force. In this case, the force is about three times the impact of the full cup as it hits the table.
Newton’s Third Law of Motion: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The cup goes downward and the triple force of the creamed corn’s impact has a reverse reaction in the direction from which it came. Any Dummy will be able to see that. The creamed corn went down and now it goes up at roughly three times the speed. One second of drop time and nanoseconds of flying creamed corn time.
Here is the kicker. The cup has only a slight bounce on the tabletop. Its contents have a reverse reaction, but no cup to hold it in place. The creamed corn boldly explores new frontiers of space.
The creamed corn ended up mostly on my wife. In her hair. On her face. On her clothes. On her arm. In her lap. I said it was an excessively big cup of creamed corn.
It was funny. Very funny if it happened in a movie. Our grandkids laughed. I chuckled, but only for less than a nanosecond. It would have been a classic comedy skit. But this was not I Love Lucy; this was real life. The hilarity did not land on my wife with the same force as the creamed corn.
My wife finally looked at me. That was after she used a napkin to wipe creamed corn out of her eyes. She did not see the humor. I thought her beautiful blue eyes matched well with the yellow corn. And it was creamy, so it probably did not hurt much.
I wondered if this is how World War III might start. I guess I should be thankful that Colorado has a No Gun restriction for eating establishments. My wife was dismayed. She made a funny face at the grandkids, but I considered crying. Begging for mercy would have been more appropriate. If there had been more creamed corn, I would have poured it over my head. I did ask if she thought I should go order another cup of creamed corn.
This was not one of my finest moments in marriage. Why didn’t I just pass the cup across the table instead of standing up and doing a fly by over our heads? Well, I never thought of that, dear. I also never expected the creamed corn to go kamikaze on us.
I still love Rudy’s creamed corn. I rarely get to order it anymore. The cost is too high. The memory carries too much baggage.
The whole ordeal made quite an impression on our grandkids. They bring it up at the oddest times. At Thanksgiving, a grandchild asked for someone to please pass the creamed corn. It was not even on the menu that day. Apparently, dry humor runs in the family.
The indelible image of my wife covered in creamed corn is seared into my memory bank. Honestly, I had no idea creamed corn could fly. That defies physics.
Circumstance: Webster’s Dictionary describes it as a fact or condition connected with or relevant to an event or action. Neither my wife nor I had prepared for the condition connected to this random action which set off some very unforeseen circumstances.
Circumstances never make us what we are. They should never define us. They might reveal what is inside us. A face and hair covered in creamed corn could be described as an unexpected circumstance. It did not happen because of a choice made by my wife. That is assuming we eliminate her choice of me as her husband which is the real source of most of her problems. Babe is not to blame for this fiasco. Things like this just happen to her when I am involved.
Each one of us is caught somewhere in the mid-story of messy circumstances we did not choose. We are left wondering how this situation in life might turn out. Where is the good God promised us? We don’t see it. It’s buried somewhere under the creamed corn of our circumstances.
When our circumstances are plummeting from bad to worse, we are often haunted by feelings that we should have been able to avoid or stop this from happening. Or our minds are bombarded by questions of why God did not stop this.
We wrestle with thoughts that we failed God or, worse, that God has failed us. We cannot fix every problem. Sometimes, we can only clean up the mess and learn from the experience.
What happens when some parts of your life do not turn out as you hoped? What happens when someone blows up your plans with a circumstantial creamed corn catastrophe?
Life can be interrupted by some mishap or mayhem. Hurt or heartache can blow in with some storm. Disappointment can make a sudden appearance to interrupt one of your carefree moments.
I like how K.J. Ramsay wrote her thoughts in her book on suffering, This Too Shall Last.
“I imagine we have all bought into the lie at some point that we could avoid suffering. Just be healthier or wealthier. Work harder. Live smarter. Control your diet, your exercise, your environment, your relationships. Guard your heart and save your planet…We march to the cadence of the culture…
You are part of a story much bigger than just yourself. You are an important part of that story. The purpose of faith was never about sustaining yourself. It is dependence on Another who is wiser, stronger, and better than you.”
God really does have everything under control. Even every drop of creamed corn lands precisely as He choregraphed it. God will clean up all your messy circumstances. He always writes the last chapter. The story will be beautiful.
Your true identity is defined by your character, not your circumstances. Those who walk in love imitate their Heavenly Father (#1 Textbook). Lowliness, kindness, longsuffering, enduring in love, and striving to do whatever it takes to preserve unity are traits of Christlike character.
Love First becomes our attitude. Circumstances might slow the process, but they are also used by God to refine our progress. Love Most translates into actions. God-orchestrated circumstances provide the greater opportunity to display character.
Legendary Basketball Coach and cancer victim, Jim Valvano declared, “If you laugh, and you think, and you cry, then you’ve had a really good day. If you can do that seven times a week, then you have something very special.”
Spilling creamed corn on your beautiful wife can make one laugh, think, and cry. What a day! I am praying your days will be filled with laughter, thoughts, and tears of love.
My wife laughed as well. I might have won her over when I sang my little twist on The Carpenters’ Close to You. I admit it would have sounded better with the sweet voice of Karen Carpenter.
On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true. So they sprinkled creamed corn in your hair of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue.
Just like me, they long to be Close to You.
Oh! One last thing. Would you take part in a brief survey?
Don’t you think adding a few specks of yellow to blonde hair and blue eyes can be a very attractive look? Thank you!