Scrambled eggs.
I had scrambled eggs for breakfast yesterday morning and did not enjoy them at all. Having survived cancer of the mouth and then radiation for the head and neck area some years ago, my present reality is simply that some foods are to be eaten for their nutritional value, not for their taste.
But lying in bed this morning early and reflecting on having to determine my own menu for the rest of my days and the necessity of learning to cook a few things since the Lord took my wife to Heaven recently, it occurred to me that I should learn how to make scrambled eggs more interesting.
And I will.
Now, I’m not entirely opposed to a little boredom now and then. It can actually assist in the creative process. But for the most part I hate it. Of all the people in the world who should despise boredom in their personal lives, preachers and pastors should lead the parade.
Boring sermons is certainly a matter of widespread concern, true, but I’m not talking about that.