So I’ve been on something of a diet for awhile now.
Turkey, fruits, vegetables, water, calorie-free soda, and coffee is basically what I live on. And it’s been working out for me.
But today, I had errands to run. No big deal. Except I skipped breakfast. Money in my pocket, nothing in my stomach. Bet you can guess how this story ends.
On my way back home, I saw a brand new, just-been-built Dairy Queen. Standing bold and enticingly. And I caved.
I tenderly unwrapped my lunch and gazed upon its delectable splendor. It was a beautiful, perfectly crafted hamburger with all the fixin’s.
I said a rapid grace, thanking the Lord for my food, and went to town on it. As I was eating I wondered if there would be hamburgers in Heaven.
After a few bites, I decided that I would be okay with all the pain and suffering I ever endured if God let me eat all the hamburgers I wanted in Heaven without gaining a single pound.
I really, really like hamburgers.
If Satan ever opens up a burger joint, I’ll be in trouble…