Today I read an article my friend sent to me. The article was something that went viral on social media. When I finished reading it, I felt so bad that I had to take some Pepto-Bismol and lie down.
It was depressing. The writer complained about nearly everything. Politics, religion, pollution, crime, taxes, pesticides, SUV’s, pop stars, the price of gas.
And worse, thousands of people agreed that this world is a terrible place.
Well, who am I to say that it isn’t? Nobody, that’s who. Even so, all that reading left me asking myself an important question:
What about chocolate?
Can this world be all that bad as long as we have milk chocolate? Have you ever had a Hershey’s bar when it’s room temperature? It’s a little soft, and it tastes like a Gaither Homecoming special.
It’s hard not to believe that everything is going to be okay while you’re eating chocolate.
And how about pimento cheese? Has the writer ever tried homemade pimento cheese? If he hasn’t, he ought to. Today, my wife just made a fresh batch. I took one bite and I started shaking my leg like Elvis at a revival.
What about daylilies? Or peonies? Or tulips? The colors of summer are almost overwhelming. A pink peony is reason enough to believe life is good.
And there are also the mystical things of life. Things so beautiful that they are hard to name because they are too vast, too immense, and too wistful. Namely, I am speaking of beer.
Have you ever tasted a Budweiser after spending an afternoon mowing your lawn? Your skin is burned, your head is wrapped with an old-man bandanna. And here comes your wife with a beer that’s cold enough to crack your teeth.
How about all-night-singings at church? I don’t know if you’ve ever been to one of…