I woke up the other morning to a most peculiar miracle. I couldn’t imagine what would make bath bubbles fall from the sky, and it didn’t add up. It wasn’t until I got outside that I understood what was on the ground… original recipe slushy.
Since there was many tons of slushy falling from the sky, I assumed I was dreaming. I’ve had dreams before and it didn’t feel like this, so I ruled that out. Yet at the same time I’m pretty certain I’m no prophet, so I don’t think it was a sign from God either. Am I crazy and the only one witnessing this, or is the ground actually covered with a half inch of seriously bland slushy?
Perhaps bland isn’t the right word exactly. It tasted like car and metal, a little bit. Not like a normal slushy. Those are full of sugar, which I’m told is an artificial additive. So I guess this would be a diet slushy, since it really doesn’t have any calories. Then my realization comes to me and I understand what’s going on.
This is no burning bush, we are witnessing the annual slushy spawning, when the slushy farmers harvest their slushy crops. It’s bland because we’re seeing (and eating) the raw material, not the finished product. Just like my wool sweater didn’t come from an argyle sheep… say, that’s a pretty funny image.
I half suspect we’re not supposed to eat this stuff right off the ground. If God wants us to, He should probably rain straws from heaven too, don’t you think? While I contemplate this, I’m going to go back out and gobble up some more. Don’t be shy, go ahead and help yourself.