Grace in fried food


There is a dark side to the Seminary. Some seem to stumble into the First Year and by the end of it, stumble out, never to return again.

We first met Simmy in the Presbyterian Church where he led the worship. Having come from Pentecostalism he had a simple theology of worship: If it ain't loud enough to annoy the neighbours it ain't pleasing the Lord, and my job is to make sure the Lord is happy. Unfortunately applying this theology worked about as well as Led Zepplin turning up at a Psalmody recital.

He entered the Seminary, and left after a year. As someone who finds holy bruisers intimidating, I was relieved.

We now pass him several times a week at his fried food stand near the Metro. He's so relaxed and happy - even though he's been robbed of his stall and has had to replace it. I can't help but thinking there is more of Christ there for him than in his previous experiences. Not far away I see a man reading the Bible at his stand - he sells lottery tickets. I'll need to work on the theology of that a bit more.

Photo: Deep fried with grace

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