Yesterday, I wrote about Nourishing Food Made Simple and linked it to my Facebook account. A few friends, who could be relied on for their honesty, left comments to my link that left me thinking about how I’ve been writing my blog posts on Nourishing Foods.
I have to digress, but I promise it’s related.
It’s easy for me to get caught in some sort of crusade. It’s just my thing, you know? I can be the most evangelical person I know if I get into an issue that just burns deep and shatters my heart into a million pieces. Which is why I jumped at the opportunity to become a missionary after college. It’s also the reason why I started this blog, why I delved into Attachment Parenting with so much idealism right after my little one was born, why I champion for a life of simplicity and why I am attracted to campaign for real foods, local foods, just foods.
For the past year or so, I’ve been learning that being evangelical is not nourishing. Lest you think I am anti-Christian, let me define what I mean by evangelical.
evan·gel·i·cal: marked by militant or crusading zeal.
My all-time hero, Jesus, was not militant, nor was he crusading. He wasn’t a pushover either. He questioned status quo with his words and life. He asked questions that unmasked and unravelled us. He led a revolution in the most un-revolutionary way. He took the path of humility, the path of sacrificial love, the path of paradox. He believed that a death, namely his, could bring about life.
And so I never want to be militant, ever. There is no point in being militant. Yes, I want to be revolutionary, but I also want to be authentically real no matter how painful or humiliating.
Back to Nourishing Foods.
Maybe it’s because I’m reading a book called, Food Inc. that I am compelled to warn people about eating industrialized foods, and encourage everyone to opt out in whatever way they can from the Standard American Diet. But to be honest, I also don’t make the best choices every single time. Reality is more like three steps forward and two steps back. Last month, I was feeding my daughter a lot of gold fish because she liked it, and it was easier than having to steam veggies or make homemade bread for snacks. Guilt won eventually and I dumped out the rest of the goldfish and right now, I am doing pretty good at making that homemade stuff. But I am consistently inconsistent. So I’m pretty sure, next month, I’ll be making that eventual step back somehow.
So what I am saying, in a very long roundabout way which I’m sure have lost you by now, is that…
Passion needs to be married to humility.
When we have a moment of clarity about something in Life, and the Truth burns hotly in our souls, we have to remember that it is just a small piece of the whole story. We tell it the best way we know how. We freely give it because we freely received it. We graciously share it because we don’t own it.
And so here is a truth I have learned that I want to pass on: that the most nourishing food of all is served in a pie called humble.
This post is part of Cheeseslave’s Real Food Wednesdays.