My grilling adventures of the summer took a fatal turn today.
I lost a burger between the grill spokes.
It was the first, and hopefully only grilling casualty of the season. I celebrated by eating some of his brothers, and adding their cousin corn to the mix.
After the meal, I removed the body from the scene and buried it.
His "cremains" now rest in my trashcan.
My life is lived within parenthesis. My life is not about me, though it may contain some interesting points. The main point is far outside myself and rests with my God/Savior. I seek to tell His story in a different way, a way that you'll understand, a way that will move you, and in a way that draws you into relationship with the Hero of the story.
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1 comments:
I know you wanted to you the word cremains at least once a day for a week. Have you come up with other creative ways to use it?
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