We’d have Reisling wine because I only like sweet wine. And I could only have a little because my face gets all flushed and itchy when I drink more than four sips. We’d eat “salt-stick” bread sticks from Brenner’s Bakery in Alexandria, Virginia. That bakery no longer exists, but this is my fantasy.
We’d sit around and laugh at Nacho’s stretchy pants as he clinches his butt cheeks. Jesus would laugh too because Nacho is just plain funny. And Jesus has a good sense of humor. He created humor.
Fraulein Maria would lead us in song and we’d all sing about female deer and drops of golden sun. And Jesus would finally give us the answer to how we can really solve a problem like Maria.
Then we’d drink lots of milk and have a burping contest. Maria would do well, but Jesus would win. He’d blow us all away because He’s God and his burps are like the loudest thunder. I’d show off my talent of blowing bubbles off my tongue. Jesus would clap and nod his head, saying, “I gave you that talent! You’re rockin’ it.” I’d feel a good kind of pride.
Some might think writing this is too much, that it’s on the edge of being disrespectful. I mean no disrespect. I truly enjoy burping contests and blowing bubbles off my tongue and stretchy pants. And I really think that Jesus enjoys them too.
This post is part of Finish The Sentence Friday.
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