Divinity:
1) God-like character
2) A soft white candy containing nuts.

With my wife gone out tonight, I decided to make candy. My mom used to make his really good candy that consisted of a bunch of sugar and some cocoa. I couldn’t find the recipe, but I did discover that I had all the ingredients to make divinity. Now I’ve never made divinity, but I consider myself at least a little above the dummer-than-a-bag-of-hammers level, so I set out to follow a very simple recipe. I enlisted the help of Emma in the kitchen and Eli to distract the little ones with a movie and started shelling pecans. Emma and I halved the recipe (built up a little home schooling righteousness as I watched my 12-year-old decide that one half of 2 was 1) and set about the task. My first nightmare was separating the whites from two eggs. Emma asked me how to accomplish this task and after sacrificing the progeny of four chickens I regretfully admitted that I didn’t have a clue. With guidance from the same twelve year old, I finally accomplished the task. With me on the business end of a Conair Cuisine CHM-500 120volt 60Hz hand mixer and Emma artfully inciting a bubbling mixture of corn syrup, sugar and water, the making of a divine concoction was on the road to success, or so we thought. I don’t know what went wrong, the candy thermometer said 260 degrees, exactly right. We mixed in the nuts and the vanilla. We whipped and we beat but I knew when the spoon-onto-wax paper time came, that it wasn’t going to work.

As I type this blog, the kids are asking for another spoonful of that yummy gooey stuff. The divinity is anything but divine.

Unfortunately, this metaphor for my spiritual life is to obvious to avoid. Just when I think I have all the right ingredients, techniques, tools, even halfway pure motives, I end up looking like a gooey mess. The truth is being a follower of Jesus isn’t a walk through the candy shop. It’s hard, real hard. Failure to live as one who has experienced such grace is depressing. Something makes me think that I might be trying to carry the weight of my life when it is the light burden of Jesus that is intended for me. I hate forgetting the Gospel, especially since I’m paid to remember it.

Oh yeah, can you guess in what area I hold a masters degree?----Divinity