I hate drive-through windows. There’s just something so incongruent with “fast-food” that’s not fast. Once with my family in the car, I got so frustrated with the individual behind the unintelligible speaker who couldn’t understand me when I ordered, “pickles and cheese.”
So I repeated it with passion: “I want chickles and peas!”
(Photo: by Derek Jensen. Public Domain, via Wikimedia Commons)
After I realized what I said, I turned to my wife and daughters. They burst in laughter. For them, it was better than the meal.
I’m not sure what “chickles” are, but I ordered some, and the cashier gave me a price.
Since that day a question has nagged me: Why do we treat God like the cashier at the drive-through window?
Lord, Give Me Some Chickles and Peas
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