A way long time ago we were friends with the pastor of our church. Not just see-you-on-Sunday friends but wanna go for a ride in the racecar friends.
At the beginning of the friendship, he and his wife invited us over for dinner. We were nervous as we waited at the door. Even though he was the guy that blasted the Beatles through the church, we were still having dinner at The Pastors House.
Two of the guys on Kevin's crew are new and it turns out very churchy. Kevin told one of them the other day that he had earned his place in heaven because he had dinner with the pastor. His guy was skeptical until Kevin further explained.
"I earned entry when I ate all my dinner. They made Everything I Hate. Pork chops, broccoli, and rice pilaf with cheesecake for dessert. And I ate everything."
I will admit it was if God himself guided their menu as a test. Especially since the god I believe in has a sense of humor.
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