HAVING A WING-NUT SNACK (a memory from long ago)
Well, this was probably in 1955 or 1956, when I was 1 or 2 years of age. There I was on the front lawn of our house in Elmhurst, N.Y.
I mean, Mom was probably in the kitchen or someplace else in the house. She put me out there to enjoy the sun and fresh air in my playpen.
Back then, they were made out of real wood and plastic and fastened together with metal screws.
Those were the days when no one abducted little kids to sell for drug money or for whatever. The streets didn't have gangs, and neighbors were friendly. So, Mom could let little Jimmy have a good time in the playpen and do whatever he wanted. I don't remember if she left me with toys, but I did manage to entertain myself. I am reporting this incident the way it was told to me by mom.
Well, Mom finally came out to check on Jimmy. I was OK, so she decided to take me back into the house and take apart the playpen to fit it through the door. Well, she was checking out the screws and noticed that one side was loose. A wingnut was missing. She looked inside the playpen and on the grass. It was nowhere to be found. Then she looked at me.
"Jimmy, did you swallow that wingnut?"
"Oh yeah, Mom, sure". As if a one or two-year-old could give a coordinated and detailed answer as to the whereabouts of hardware.
"Oh yeah, since you didn't leave me with Hostess Twinkies, or cupcakes, nor saltine crackers, nor fig newtons, nor anything to snack on, and grandpa's chianti is locked up in the liquor cabinet, I decided to become a Barracuda and go after something shiny, and well, there was the wingnut staring me in the face saying; "eat me, eat me", so...uhh...well...Yeah, I unscrewed it and ate it...Yup, guilty as charged.
Well, Mom rushed into the house, called Dad, and they took me to our family doctor, Dr. Jerry. "We think Jimmy swallowed a wingnut," they said. "OK," responded Dr. Jerry, "Let's get some X-rays of his stomach".
Well, lo and behold, there it was in my stomach. "Not to worry," he said, "it will pass on through and come out the other end.
24 hours later, yes, it did come out. Yeah, Mom really did search the No. 2 and looked for it, and when she found it, she put it back on the playpen. When I outgrew the playpen, she kept it in a plastic box, and I still remember it in the kitchen drawer near the stove. She took it with us when we moved to Chappaqua, N.Y., back in 1959. 1966 rolled around, and we moved again. Don't know what happened to it.
Some things we ingest will nourish our bodies, other things will "just go on through" and come out the other side. The LORD gave us his "Spiritual food" to nourish our souls and minds. We can receive God's Word through two different sources, through our eyes or ears, or both.
Then HIS Word goes to our mind and heart. Our bodies must grow through biological food and through HIS WORD.
Unfortunately, many treat God's WORD as just a book of tales, of fiction stories made up to scare people, and give people just a "good read" or some treat it as a "good novel" written by a bunch of authors with creative minds. The WORD will go in one ear and out the other, or through the mind's eye, and then be forgotten. Like the wingnut that entered my stomach and then came out on the other side. No nourishment, and just caused undue concern and worry.
Let the WORD of God be a blessing to you, may it speak to your hearts and minds, and may it reveal to you God's perfect plan for the redemption of lost mankind. The Bible is like a wingnut; it will fasten you and hold you tight to the Savior.
Ben Avraham
Messianic Rabbi
Well, this was probably in 1955 or 1956, when I was 1 or 2 years of age. There I was on the front lawn of our house in Elmhurst, N.Y.
I mean, Mom was probably in the kitchen or someplace else in the house. She put me out there to enjoy the sun and fresh air in my playpen.
Back then, they were made out of real wood and plastic and fastened together with metal screws.
Those were the days when no one abducted little kids to sell for drug money or for whatever. The streets didn't have gangs, and neighbors were friendly. So, Mom could let little Jimmy have a good time in the playpen and do whatever he wanted. I don't remember if she left me with toys, but I did manage to entertain myself. I am reporting this incident the way it was told to me by mom.
Well, Mom finally came out to check on Jimmy. I was OK, so she decided to take me back into the house and take apart the playpen to fit it through the door. Well, she was checking out the screws and noticed that one side was loose. A wingnut was missing. She looked inside the playpen and on the grass. It was nowhere to be found. Then she looked at me.
"Jimmy, did you swallow that wingnut?"
"Oh yeah, Mom, sure". As if a one or two-year-old could give a coordinated and detailed answer as to the whereabouts of hardware.
"Oh yeah, since you didn't leave me with Hostess Twinkies, or cupcakes, nor saltine crackers, nor fig newtons, nor anything to snack on, and grandpa's chianti is locked up in the liquor cabinet, I decided to become a Barracuda and go after something shiny, and well, there was the wingnut staring me in the face saying; "eat me, eat me", so...uhh...well...Yeah, I unscrewed it and ate it...Yup, guilty as charged.
Well, Mom rushed into the house, called Dad, and they took me to our family doctor, Dr. Jerry. "We think Jimmy swallowed a wingnut," they said. "OK," responded Dr. Jerry, "Let's get some X-rays of his stomach".
Well, lo and behold, there it was in my stomach. "Not to worry," he said, "it will pass on through and come out the other end.
24 hours later, yes, it did come out. Yeah, Mom really did search the No. 2 and looked for it, and when she found it, she put it back on the playpen. When I outgrew the playpen, she kept it in a plastic box, and I still remember it in the kitchen drawer near the stove. She took it with us when we moved to Chappaqua, N.Y., back in 1959. 1966 rolled around, and we moved again. Don't know what happened to it.
Some things we ingest will nourish our bodies, other things will "just go on through" and come out the other side. The LORD gave us his "Spiritual food" to nourish our souls and minds. We can receive God's Word through two different sources, through our eyes or ears, or both.
Then HIS Word goes to our mind and heart. Our bodies must grow through biological food and through HIS WORD.
Unfortunately, many treat God's WORD as just a book of tales, of fiction stories made up to scare people, and give people just a "good read" or some treat it as a "good novel" written by a bunch of authors with creative minds. The WORD will go in one ear and out the other, or through the mind's eye, and then be forgotten. Like the wingnut that entered my stomach and then came out on the other side. No nourishment, and just caused undue concern and worry.
Let the WORD of God be a blessing to you, may it speak to your hearts and minds, and may it reveal to you God's perfect plan for the redemption of lost mankind. The Bible is like a wingnut; it will fasten you and hold you tight to the Savior.
Ben Avraham
Messianic Rabbi
