Want to have a little fun? The next time you’re in the South–or meet a Southerner, say the word “Barbeque.” Then, push it a little farther and you’ll find out where he lives by the kind of barbeque he likes.
“Kind of barbeque? What do you mean by that? Isn’t there only one kind?”
To ask that question means that you’re not from the South–that’s for sure!
There are three kinds of barbeque”
- Tomato based
- Mustard based
- Vinegar based
I’m not going to tell you which is preferred in which area–that’s where you’ll have fun–figuring out who likes which and where he’s from.
All you have to do is drop one word and you can determine what a person’s theology is like. The word? “Predestination.”
Likewise, when you get him talking about it for a while it will come out whether he is a
- Calvinist
- Arminian
- Amaryldian
Again, I don’t intend to talk about which each means. But I will go on to say a word more about barbeques.
Down near a little town near Macon, Georgia is a little shack of a place called The Fresh Air Barbeque. The place is, as I say, nothing to look at. But you’ll find chauffeurs driving up to get some of the stuff to take home to ritzy employers. If you think that’s something, listen to this. There’s a barbeque place in Macon that has a sign that reads, THE BEST BARBEQUE THIS SIDE OF JACKSON. That little Fresh Air Barbeque is so good that they dare not advertise otherwise. I used to live near there and can testify to how good it is.
I can also testify to what the true view of predestination is. In this case, it’s not a matter of preference; it’s a matter of truth. Can you?