Considering how many jiggles, jostles, and jolts headlights get throughout their life, it is kinda amazing that they last as long as they do. I tip my hat to the engineers. Shortly after coming home from playing SNES at a friend's house, I noticed that I was hungry. Microwaved chicken strips are pretty tasty, so I went ahead and made some in a paper SOLO brand bowl. Why a bowl you ask? Because I'm out of paper plates, silly. I have some foam plates, but they decide that they are contortionists when I toss them in the microwave with food on them. They then make me wonder if they have shared any of their chemically goodness with me while I am consuming the steaming disproportionately heated delicacy. The chicken strip that I am currently chewing on is crispy on one side, leather on the other, and soggy on the bottom. Oh, the joys of modern technology.
In other news, I went to Sunday night church tonight. At one time it absolutely drove me nuts when someone would say, "Hey, we missed you at church last night". This was when I was going regularly. For the first time in ages, I can finally say that I appreciate invites to church. It's strange. I have been missing the community that comes with attending church. The hugs, smiles, and encouragement are vital to my soul. I think God may have read my last few posts and figured it would be humorous to make my claims of medicating away my spirituality a falsehood. Good one God. You just wait, the next joke is on you. Actually, due to your omniscience, I'll never be able to say "gotcha" to you. You win. God. He's got jokes.
Theologically, I am not really a Baptist, yet I appreciate the way in which the Bible is interpreted in the Baptist church. I can count on sound doctrine to be preached each time I walk through those doors. If I'm going to subject myself to a sermon, I'll take sound doctrine over "I think the Bible says xyz" any day.
Brown sugar lemonade is pretty tasty.
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