Peanut Butter Jelly Time

The peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  It has been a staple in the lunch box of many a school aged child and is probably the humblest of all the sandwiches.  It isn’t as flashy as a ham and swiss nor is it as exotic as some sandwich sporting guacamole or alfalfa sprouts.  However, what PB&J lacks in flash it makes up in substance.

I consider myself an expert PB&J sandwich maker.  Making hundreds if not thousands of them in my life.  They are very simple to make.  Two pieces of bread, some jelly, some peanut butter and put it all together and viola you have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  It’s so easy even a child could do it, they won’t, but they could.

The other morning as I was busy making a PB&J and while I was spreading the peanut butter on one piece of bread I starting thinking about marriage and what it really means to be married.  This thought process continued as I spread the jelly on the other piece of bread.  I set both pieces of prepped bread down on the counter before and as I wiped the excess jelly off my knife inspiration struck.

Marriage is exactly like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  The secret to a happy and healthy marriage can be found inside the humblest of all the sandwiches.

How is marriage like a PB&J you ask?  Very simple.  The sacrament of marriage can be easily demonstrated in the making of the sandwich.

To make a PB&J you need a piece of bread with jelly on it (the female) and a piece of bread with peanut butter on it (the male).  Now before you go making some sophomoric joke about the boy bread having nuts, I wish to explain that I chose the jelly side to be female because according to the old nursery rhyme girls are make of sugar and spice and every thing nice and not because I wanted the boy bread to have nuts.  The fact it worked out that way is in my mind proof of Divine intervention.

So anyway, now you have before you a female piece of bread, and a male piece of bread.  Just like you have a female bride and a male groom.  Now in order to make the sandwich you must put them together.  Sandwiches don’t just magically get made you know, there has to be some sort of action in order for the sandwich to be made.

You put the two pieces of bread together and now you have a freshly made PB&J.  A sandwich made from two separate pieces of bread joined together by the sandwich maker. Once joined, each piece of bread, while still retaining its outward appearance of bread is now a sandwich.

The same things happens when two people enter into a sacramental marriage.  They are enter into a sacramental union that only God can separate.  While the bride and groom may still like they did before they got married, the marriage vows join them in a sacramental bond.  Just like the bond peanut butter has with jelly.

Want further proof that the PB&J is the perfect analogy for marriage.  Try unmaking a PB&J.  If you try you will find out there is going to be jelly in the peanut butter and peanut butter in the jelly.  You can’t unmake a PB&J once it’s made it’s made. Just like you can’t unmake a valid sacramental marriage. Only God can do that.

Even though the PB&J is one of the humblest of all the sandwiches it does provide valuable insight into marriage. Lets see the ham and swiss do that.  As an added benefit a properly made PB&J sandwich, provides the nourishment and support children need.  I guess the PB&J are kids favorites for a reason.

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4 thoughts on “Peanut Butter Jelly Time

  1. Well done, as usual, you definitely have the gift of the written word and that’s a fine thing to behold.

    Perhaps a future article might explore the art of making peanutbutter/peanutbutter and jelly/jelly sandwiches which are also quite tasty, and also impossible to unmake. Unusual perhaps, but still nourishing food.

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