Last Saturday my wife and I ate at Ming Tu’s – a restaurant located at 1158 “L” Street in Downtown Sacramento. Ming Tu’s serves Asian” inspired” food in a casual setting.
Many people have eaten at Ming Tu’s. Some of them have written reviews that can be found at http://www.yelp.com/biz/ming-tus-asian-diner-sacramento. For example, Karina of Elk Grove writes:
“I’ve been here twice – with coworkers and with friends. The food is definitely an Americanized version of Chinese food, but far better than Panda Express. Love their Mongolian beef over brown rice.”
Moo N of Sacramento writes:
“I work a couple of blocks from here so I have had opportunity to eat here often. Each time I have eaten here, I have been quite happy. The teriyaki chicken with rice is my fave and I love the fried rice too! I love rice so if you do too you should definitely partake :-)”
My dining experience was a little different from Katrina’s and Moo’s. My meal was not as good as theirs. So this is going to be a negative restaurant review.
Over the years I’ve written plenty of restaurant reviews, may of them negative, and when I write a negative review I spend a lot of time describing what I ate and how it was served. Then I complain a lot.
I feel this is a special case. The usual descriptions of the food and service and the usual complaining just wouldn’t be enough to properly express how I feel about this dining experience. So I’m not going to describe the food or the service. I’m not going to make fun of the owner’s funny accent. I am not going to mock the handicapped busboy. Instead, I will simply describe what I did after I left Ming Tu’s.
After I paid the bill and my wife and I left the restaurant, I immediately walked to a nearby church and prayed that God would reach down with His mighty hand and, with a fist of divine fury, smite Ming Tu’s, crushing it down to the bedrock, destroying it utterly.
I know what you are thinking. You think I over reacted. You are thinking: “Aw, come on, Paul. The meal couldn’t have been so bad that you would call upon the Creator of the Universe to smite those responsible. “
If you are thinking this, you are wrong. You weren’t there. You didn’t pay good money for really bad Chinese food. It was so bad that I felt, and still feel, within my rights as a God fearing Christian to call upon the power of Almighty God to send down destruction upon Ming Tu’s and punish all those responsible for my mediocre dining experience.
Now you are thinking: “Okay, Paul, let’s assume for the sake of argument that the meal you were served wasn’t very good. Is that sufficient reason for calling for divine retribution? Isn’t being served a bad meal at a restaurant a trivial reason for calling upon the divine power of God Almighty to smite those who displeased you?”
Not at all. And if you think that, then you probably are not a Christian.
Or you might be a Socialist.
A Socialist Atheist, that’s what you are, if you think there is anything wrong with me asking God to smite anyone I don’t like or destroy any business that has provided less than acceptable service.
Every day, ordinary people from all walks of life call upon the power of the Lord to avenge them – often for seemingly trivial reasons. My own Aunt reads the Bible every day and goes to church every Sunday – and every single day she prays to Baby Jesus that her neighbor die of a heart attack.
Her neighbor is a liberal who plays that jazz music much too loud. And he voted for Obama. Who is a secret Muslim.
But I digress. My point is that it is perfectly okay to call upon the power of God to right any wrong, no matter how trivial the wrong may appear. The Bible shows us that God responds in dramatic ways to correct what seem to be trivial wrongs.
For example, in 2 Kings 23-25, the prophet Elisha, who had a bald head, cast a “curse unto God” at a bunch of young boys who were making fun of Elisha’s bald head. Now, you non-Christian, socialist liberal secret Muslims will say that what those kids did was no big deal. Well, God didn’t think so. In response to Elisha’s curse, God sent two female bears to kill forty-two of those boys.
So Elisha called upon the divine power of the Creator of the Universe to punish a bunch of boys who made fun of him. I am calling upon that same power to smite a restaurant that served me a lousy meal. I honestly don’t see the difference. I fully expect to see a big hole in the ground where Ming Tu’s used to be when I next drive or walk by that place.
I’ll let you know if it happens.