Today,
at our second service, it was revealed during the prayer that I had been eating
a donut in between the services.
You
might be thinking, “That doesn’t sound like the type of thing that would be
mentioned in a prayer.”
And you’re
right. But it managed to come up,
nevertheless. It is a little known—but very
important—fact that the Donut Force is watching at all times. They’re a lot like Santa.
Of
course, this type of incident just serves to further the already-prevailing perception
that I like sweets.
(By the
way, this is a perception that my cardiologist is not aware of and I think it
would probably be best if it remained that way.
Can we get a general sense of agreement on that? Good.)
So, I
was thinking about these events when, later today, one of the youth in our
church stopped by the house with a Christmas gift for me. The gift?
A homemade pecan pie! He made it
himself.
Is it
delicious? Oh, yes. It’s fantastic. [Thank you Ryan!]
…And thus
the perception—for some odd reason—continues to grow.
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