Breakfast Sandwiches
This morning on my way to class I stopped for breakfast at my favorite breakfast place.
I don’t know why I stopped, I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t need breakfast. In all honesty I had food at home that I could have eaten, but didn’t.
I didn’t really want the food, yet I stopped and ordered my food on the little touch screen. I paid and while eating my breakfast sandwiches I didn’t even really enjoy them.
So why did I stop and get them? I don’t know. Yet I think this speaks to the condition of the heart. How often do we do something that we have no idea why? Beyond eating breakfast why do we charge up credit cards with stuff that fades away? Why do we argue about things that don’t really matter? Why do we store up all our savings account for a rainy day instead of trusting the one who makes flowers bloom because of the rain?
What if that isn’t what life is supposed to be like? What if we were meant for more than robotic actions that we can’t explain?
What if we were meant for so much more? What if we were meant to be in an expressive, free, natural relationship with other people and with the God who made us? What if that relationship were not about robotic movements and restrictive procedures.
Wouldn’t that be better than random breakfast sandwiches that we can’t explain?




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