When the unclean becomes clean
A sermon for the 5th Sunday after Easter Text: Acts 11:1-18 , John 13:31-35 I have prided myself on having a broad palate, appreciating different food from different parts of the world. I have my limits, like anyone else, and discovered two of them when I lived in France. My first experience was when my wife Kim and I arrived in a village in Alsace, and stayed with the parents of the graduate student we had welcomed to Bloomington a month before. Our first meal with them was cheese and cold cuts. I saw salami and sausage, and there was some other sliced meat that I didn’t recognize. At bedtime, Kim warily asked me if I was aware of what I had eaten: head cheese, and I had had seconds of it. It tasted that good, but knowing what it was has taken my appetite away for it. I graciously thanked her for not telling me at dinner what I had just eaten. My second experience of setting limits on what I would eat came several months later, when my Alsatian language classmates and I went out to a