I found a recipe online for a chocolate frosting that was... oh. so. good. Two pounds of melted semisweet chocolate, two pounds of powdered sugar, one pound of sweet cream butter and a cup of heavy cream just because we can. Beat it into a smooth, creamy, chocolate-y bowl of deliciousness and then take a tiny taste with a spoon.
Somewhere, somehow a choir of one hundred people will break into lovely six-part harmony on the syllable "ahhhhh" while you melt into a chocolate-induced stupor.
Two weeks before I die I am going to make a huge double-batch of this frosting and then continue to eat one-half cup portions every day until we are both gone. It wouldn't be a wise choice to eat this frosting too often until you're sure it will no longer affect your longevity. This frosting is heart-attack-on-an-offset-spatula.
Here's my problem. I have no idea what day is the first day of my final two weeks.
And therein lies the problem of all humanity, isn't it? We have no idea how long we have to live on this earth.
The Bible tells us we have a certain number of days, but only God knows how many days there will be in all.
It's easy to take our days for granted. To live as though we will never die and to act as though there will always be more time.
I, for one, am glad God doesn't tell us when our final day will be. I would live my life in a different way if I knew how much longer I had. If I knew when my final two weeks were about to begin, I would live the rest of my days being selfish. Doing only what I wanted when I wanted with little or no regard to living the way I should. Then when the final two weeks began I would make everything right with God.
I didn't say it was right. I said it's what I would do. I am, after all, a person who is fully human. Fully sinful. But totally forgiven. It's why I have to live my life prepared for Jesus to come back just for me. I never know when that day will be so I must always be prepared.
The only drawback.... I'm not sure when to make all of that frosting. I wouldn't want it to go to waste. Or waist.
Psalm 39:4 LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered--how fleeting my life is.
Somewhere, somehow a choir of one hundred people will break into lovely six-part harmony on the syllable "ahhhhh" while you melt into a chocolate-induced stupor.
Two weeks before I die I am going to make a huge double-batch of this frosting and then continue to eat one-half cup portions every day until we are both gone. It wouldn't be a wise choice to eat this frosting too often until you're sure it will no longer affect your longevity. This frosting is heart-attack-on-an-offset-spatula.
Here's my problem. I have no idea what day is the first day of my final two weeks.
And therein lies the problem of all humanity, isn't it? We have no idea how long we have to live on this earth.
The Bible tells us we have a certain number of days, but only God knows how many days there will be in all.
It's easy to take our days for granted. To live as though we will never die and to act as though there will always be more time.
I, for one, am glad God doesn't tell us when our final day will be. I would live my life in a different way if I knew how much longer I had. If I knew when my final two weeks were about to begin, I would live the rest of my days being selfish. Doing only what I wanted when I wanted with little or no regard to living the way I should. Then when the final two weeks began I would make everything right with God.
I didn't say it was right. I said it's what I would do. I am, after all, a person who is fully human. Fully sinful. But totally forgiven. It's why I have to live my life prepared for Jesus to come back just for me. I never know when that day will be so I must always be prepared.
The only drawback.... I'm not sure when to make all of that frosting. I wouldn't want it to go to waste. Or waist.
Psalm 39:4 LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered--how fleeting my life is.
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