We started a history unit this morning, doing a comparison and contrast between the scriptural account of Creation, and the historic and scientific accounts of Creation. Pretty cool thus far, and the reading-aloud practice from the Bible is always a nifty thing.
We got to the sixth day, wherein God gives all the herbs, grains, fruits, and veggies “for meat” for man. All agreed that “Dad isn’t going to like this.”
My Tall, Dark, and Slightly Neanderthal husband is a confirmed carnivore. If I set before him a plate of meat with meat-influenced side dishes, and meat jello for dessert, he’d be a really happy guy. Salad is what you eat before the steak. Carrots? Celery? Nice friends with the cayenne buffalo wings.
Meat. It’s What’s For Dinner (He Hopes.)
So, at his lunch break, we gleefully informed him that God intended Man to be vegetarian!
He sat in shock for about three seconds.
“No,” says he, “you’re interpreting incorrectly. Right there, it says ‘given herbs for meat’. Now, you’re wrong thinking that’s the main course. It very clearly says herbs for meat. As in, rosemary for the beef, garlic for the pork. Herbs to put on the meat. That’s what the scripture says.”
I can hear the chorus of men around the world, in a solemn