(First, apologies to any animal lovers, I can vouch for the happy life of the second sheep, but unfortunately the first is a story I'll never know)
Ahh...the joys of being a married biology major. One minute your dissecting a sheep eyeball, carefully separating the muscles from the sclera, disconnecting the lens from the ciliary bodies, and slicing around the iris, not through it! The next minute your slicing and dicing another part of a sheep, but instead of throwing it into the bio-hazard bag, you throw it into your skillet.
So there I was cutting the fat off of some lamb shoulder for dinner. And this was NOT Mary's "little" lamb. This lamb must have looked like one big, rotund, squishy hairball with four little legs sticking out and not touching the ground. This lamb had FAT!
I entertained myself by trying to name the various muscles and tendons, figuring out where they had been attached, and contemplating the God who made such incredibly intricate things. After about 30 minutes of cutting fat off of 3/4 lb of lamb and still struggling (profusely sweating), an enlightening verse popped into my head:
What God has joined, let no man separate.
I've never understood that verse so well :)
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