So it appears I lied the other day when I said Day 15 would be my last one in a while. Turns out Day 16 is the last one, as Chick-fil-A, that bastion of all that is good, right, and true with American enterprise, is actually open on Memorial Day.
Of course, I would be remiss if I didn’t say a quick word of heartfelt thanks and gratitude to all of those who’ve served to make it possible for me to freely type this blog post, freely think and express speech, and freely worship the God I please. I have never served in the US military, having been born after the draft days of the second World War, Korea, and Vietnam. I chose to play college football after high school, though looking back, while I don’t regret my time under Coach Mike Swider at Wheaton College, I could’ve seen myself enlisting. Part of the reason my Christian faith defines my identity is precisely because there is a longing in the human spirit to be complete, to be meaningful, to do something noble. Serving others in armed services is eerily similar to the Christian walk – serving others and sacrificing self. So today, dear veterans of the United States Armed Forces, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Speaking of bottoms, at the bottom of my stomach right now are the digesting remnants of a #3 Spicy Chicken Sandwich meal, courtesy of Sarah and the folks at the Trinity Chick-fil-A. If that doesn’t charge you up for some Chick-fil-A this instant, I don’t know what will!
One thing I love about the up and coming generation is that they’re pretty used to cameras being shoved in their faces. Sarah is a prime example, friendly and helpful:
I’ll say this about my meal today – there’s nothing quite like your bald head moistly tingling as that spicy crispy chicken breast hits your tongue and slithers its way to the back of your throat and down the hatch. Cleans out the sinuses and makes you want to skydive at the same time. And seeing as how it’s the last Chick-fil-A I’ll have for the next couple of weeks, it was a good way to go out.
Liza was there with me today but held off on her free Chick-fil-A as the stomach was slightly touch and go. Don’t get me wrong, it didn’t stop her from having a couple waffle fries, and with the Chick-fil-A honey bbq sauce, who could blame her?
I’ve asked her to carry the torch while I’m gone, but only if she’s able. She’s got a lot on her plate with AddictedtoSaving.com, and with our pending adoption possibly going through, so if you’re in the mood and are a praying person, we would both greatly appreciate them.
As for me? I’m off to Uganda for a couple of weeks to teach leadership at three different men’s conferences, and serve orphans and widows at the local churches of our ministry partners there. We have 19 of us going on this Man Up missions trip, and we are bursting with excitement to serve. I’m excited to report back, but also excited to have Every Day with Chick-fil-A once again.
Here’s a pic from last year’s trip to whet your appetite (trying to bring you back from that bottom of my stomach analogy earlier):
Can’t wait to see what the Lord has in store for this trip! See you in a couple of weeks, my Chick-fil-A friends.