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Day 53 – Liza, Prayer, & My First Taste of Chick-fil-A Gravy

Day 53.


This day is a bittersweet one for me. Above is a picture of my wife Liza standing with all her gear at the airport this morning, about ready to leave on a jet-plane for Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, Africa. By herself. Alone.

Did I mention she doesn’t have anyone going with her?

Now of course I don’t actually believe that to be true in any significant sense. As a Christian I believe that the prayers of the saints cause the angels of heaven to go with her and protect, or not protect her, according to the sovereign will of God. It’s pure speculation to say that she has a guardian angel specifically assigned to her. But if she does, there’s no doubt he’s received a heavy dose of instruction from Almighty God, because I know lots of folks are interceding on her behalf.

Prayer is a crazy thing. I have no idea how it works, except that God asks us to do it. The skeptic will say prayer doesn’t do anything. People do things. Of course, he’s right, inasmuch as doctors operate, captains steer, and pilots fly. But doctors see people healed when they have no medical explanation, ships malfunction despite the most experienced captain being at the helm, and pilots let drifting minds negate a safe landing. But what if people pray for healing, pray for equipment success, or pray that minds don’t drift? Do their prayers alter what could’ve been disaster, disappointment, or death?

Ah, but the skeptic will say the final outcome would’ve happened regardless. Perhaps. But where is his proof? If he is asserting a statement of fact, where is his evidence to corroborate his statement? He cannot empirically know, for there is no way to falsify his theory. In fact, we cannot ever produce the event again – it was a one-time only deal. Isn’t it more accurate for the skeptic to say, “I believe the final outcome would’ve been the same.” And if it is more accurate to say that, then how is it any different than the pray-er saying, “I believe the final outcome would’ve been different if I hadn’t prayed.” Are not both assertions statements of belief?

The skeptic will go on about the existence of God (ie, the lack thereof), but he would have to prove no God exists to then prove prayer has no impact. To prove that God does not exist would be to claim all knowledge of the Universe. Since no one has knowledge of all things, no one can intellectually argue for the empirical non-existence of God. He can only state, “I find no evidence,” which is to say, “With the evidence I have – admittedly, hardly anything when compared to all there is to know – I do not believe that God exists.”

And thus, we are back to a statement of belief.

If you have made it to this paragraph, please pat yourself on the back – you made it through Jeff’s Philosophy 101, and we can go back to chicken and waffle fries now.

Actually, I can just tell you that while I’m happy to know that my son will have his mother very soon, I’m already missing my wife. It’s just not the same around here – me, the dogs, and the cat. To think that she will be gone for who knows how long, well….it’s a little depressing.

Thankfully, I know the secret of being content in each and every circumstance of life, so I will press on and PRAY that she is able to carry on there without me. Moreover, that I can carry on her without her!

It’s a good thing I have Chick-fil-A to console me, and I experienced another first today: Breakfast Platter with….wait for it….gravy. Admittedly at first, I didn’t know how I would respond. It’s been a very long time since I’ve had gravy. Let’s just say this – if you have never ordered a breakfast platter with biscuits and some Chick-fil-A gravy, do yourself a favor, for the love of anything pure and holy, and GET SOME! It was so amazingly scrumptous. Creamy, but not so much that felt you were eating lard; zesty, without being overpowering; flavorful, without being too salty; and little chunks of sausage that probably are not in any way good for you but MAN! They were delicious. Top it off with some eggs and Chick-fil-A crispy chicken, and you have a southern-inspired breakfast that I would put up against the best of them. Here’s what it looked like from close-up:


My guy Andrew was working the register, rocking the Chick-fil-A hat:


I appreciate his help with the unadvertised menu item so that I knew what I was getting and had all my options before making a decision. Crucial to have a game plan, as we learned a few Every Day with Chick-fil-A’s back.

Now back to praying for Liza. I have a feeling there will be a lot of that around here.