Tonight had one of these such moments.
I was sitting in Bible study and I was talking to my friend David about how tasty my dinner was (I was eating a loaded baked potato and it was delicious) when all of a sudden he leaned forward to the coffee table in front of him and produced a random Lincoln Log. There were no other Lincoln Logs to be found. The quip that I was able to offer at the time was, "Well, they must still be in Illinois attached to Lincoln's cabin..." and while it got a couple laughs from the crowd, it was definitely not the best I could have done. However, I was satisfied enough not to linger on the moment. That is, until my paster Jay added in, "That's not a Lincoln Log."
Um, excuse me, Jay, but it hasn't been too long since I was a small child sitting in my grandparent's house surrounded by Lincoln Logs. I think I know what they look like. I mean, you can't get much more specific than a wooden log with little cutouts with which to stack other similar wooden logs on top of it. You really can't.
But Jay had a different opinion. "That's a light saber," he chirped. "A light saber?" David questioned with the same look of confusion on his face that was surely on mine. An affirmation from Jay led us to the conclusion that that little log was indeed a light saber.
Here is where my foreshadowing of comebacks-never-to-be-had comes in. At that moment as David was swinging around that little "light saber", I longed for him to drop it or accidentally throw it or even to start a dispute with Jay over the fact that the little toy was really just that; a toy. The only reason for this secret wish of mine was so that I could chuckle and say, "I sense a disturbance in the force. I guess it's not with you tonight, David." Pathetic, huh?
PS: Thanks for the book suggestion e-mails for the couple of you who sent them. I'll keep those in mind for sure!
Why today was awesome: I finished editing a video that I started back in August. And it's better than I thought it'd be.
My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 5.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 7
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 16
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