Spiritual Musings from an Educated Redneck

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TACO “SMELL”

I know it has only been a few days since I last posted but life happens to me in its own time.  When it does I have to write about it.  Life just seems to happen to me in funny ways.  When it does I almost always immediately begin to see some kind of spiritual life lesson.  It happened today.  One of my hunting/fishing buddies called me to meet him for lunch (whose name will remain anonymous since I don’t really want people knowing I hang out with him).  So sure, let’s do lunch.  We hadn’t talked in a while and we needed to discuss some important stuff such as some preparations we needed to make on our hunting lease and planning our next fishing trip.   So, how about Schlotzkys?  Sure.  When I got there he wasn’t there and the place was packed.  So, I texted him, “Hey lets meet across the street at Whataburger.  This place is packed.”  Text came back.  “Got it.”

So I drive across the street, pull in and go inside.  I look around and he isn’t there.  O.K. so I beat him here.  I have my phone in my hand so I stand around checking emails, facebook etc. etc.  You know, multi-tasking.  Making hay.   Letting no moment be wasted.  Blah blah blah.  Minutes go by.  About ten of them.  I’m beginning to wonder if he is ever going to get there.  Finally, a text comes in that reads, “I’m here.”  I look around and don’t see him anywhere so I say to myself, “No you aren’t!”  I text back, “I’m in Whataburger.  Where are you?”  Then it hit me, “Oh man, that idiot must have gone to the wrong Whataburger!  How could he have done that?”  But just in case he might not have seen my truck outside and he might be sitting in the parking lot in his truck waiting for me, I went out to search the parking lot.  No truck.  I walk around in front of the building and look to my right and there’s his truck.  But it’s parked in the next parking lot!  I think to myself, “What is that doofus doing parking so far down the street?”  Then I look up in front of his truck and see the sign as big as life that reads, “Whataburger.”  I think “Wow!  That’s weird!”  Then the light comes on.  “If that’s Whataburger, where am I?”  Then I look up over my head and read, “Taco Bell!”  Oops!

I didn’t even bother to move my truck.  I just walked over to Whataburger.  When I got there he already had his burger and was chowing down!  How rude!  When I told him the story he said, “There are several things I can immediately see that are wrong with this picture!  First, taco’s don’t smell anything like hamburgers.  How could you miss that?”  I have to admit I was completely stymied by the olfactory logic of this fellow redneck.  “Second,” he said, “Besides that, the inside of Taco Bell and Whataburger don’t look anything at all like each other!”  Once again, he had me.  I was rendered speechless by the brilliance of this opthalmological truth.  Now, you need to know that I usually hang out with rednecks who aren’t as “educmacated” as I am.   It makes me feel like I’m a better class of redneck!  But I found myself thinking, “This redneck ain’t as dumb as he looks.”

I had no defense.  Then I knew I had to confess.  I said, “Man if you only knew the things that went through my head about you while I was waiting over in the “Taco Smell”.  “Yea”, he said, “Like what?”  Things like, “Is this idiot ever going to show up?  Gee whiz, I don’t have all day to wait on him!  I’m a busy man!  I’ve got things to do.  I don’t have time for this!”  All the time he was waiting for me at Whataburger enjoying his redneck feast.

You see the problem wasn’t that he wasn’t where he needed to be.  The problem was I wasn’t where I needed to be!  I could have figured it out if I had been willing to use my nose and eyes to see the truth.  But that sure didn’t stop me from blaming him.

In the book Boundaries in Marriage it says, “People in Denial are deaf to words of truth.  They only respond to pain.”  In essence that is saying, “You can be standing in the Taco Bell blaming someone else when all the time they aren’t the problem!  You are!”  What does it take to figure that out?  Well, in life sadly enough, it usually takes pain.  When the pain gets bad enough we “sometimes” are willing to look in the mirror and see that the problem is staring back at us!

Jesus said it this way, “Why do you worry about the speck in your brother’s eye when you have a log in your own!”

Paul said it this way, “But each one must examine his own work…”

In other words, before you start blaming someone else, be sure to lift your nose first and make sure there isn’t any “Taco Smell!”

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4 thoughts on “TACO “SMELL”

  1. gloria on said:

    Sounds like you two red-necks made a fun memory today. But it’s true, sometimes we don’t want to see what’s right in front of us, but what we want to see, hear what we want them to say & sometimes we don’t really know what we’er smelling. That’s why we need Him to guide us through our journey<

  2. Cindy waters on said:

    I praise God for your eyes and nose. One of your gifts is seeing life, relating God’s word and showing the rest of us how to apply His word in the everyday !

  3. Bryan Peterson on said:

    Great look at that truth from a different perspective. Wish I could say that I have never done anything like that before…

  4. mikelhuze on said:

    I thought your turkey talk was spot on but taco smell was one of the best combos of comedy and teaching I have ever read. Keeping it real!

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