Better a Burger with God than a Great Feast Without

So my husband has two sides in his family. One side eats fast food, watches lots of TV, and drives gas guzzling cars miles and miles on the freeway. In case you can't tell, they also vote Republican and go to church.

The other side of the family only eats organic, free-range, biosustainable agriculture from small farm co-ops. They only watch low-budget foreign movies at the indie theaters, and although they have yet to buy a Prius, have only recently even bought a car. In case you can't tell, they also vote Democrat and never attend church. Believe it or not, these two sides were once married to one another.

We have the blessed position of spending time with both families. Our boys get to pick fresh blueberries from the home-grown, organic crop of one side of the family and get to be taken to McDonald's by the other side. When we begin to bristle at one more order of french fries Grandpa orders for the kids, we remember that they'll be spending eternity with Grandpa. When we start to enjoy too much the delicious wine and organic, gourmet fare on the other side, we remember that we are at Nebuchadnezzer's table. My husband showed me gratitude for the food on both tables, which has taught me discernment and helps me see where my true loyalties lie.