Dear Diary,
Yesterday was a church marathon. Sunday school at 9, service at 10:45, and another service at 5pm. Now I've never considered myself real churchy but I had a great time and had plenty of spiritual food. And I know it's ashamed to put a but after that, BUT there was even more temptation in church. After Sunday school they had doughnuts and my older son made me take him to get one. I had only had oatmeal and toast before going, but I wasn't hungry at that point. The sugar called my name but I was cool. We had service and there were relatively few temptations, but we stayed until about 1:30 and the oatmeal was wearing thin around the edges of the belly. We got home just in time for the wife to make a chicken sandwich and some fruit. I also found out that she was in possession of some trail mix that she hadn't told me about. The nerve. She said it didn't have salt and I wouldn't like it. I know she did that on purpose. Just to spite her and eat that trail mix I should give up salt too huh? Yes? You're stupid diary. Just stick to listening, cause I'll never take your advice. Salt stays. It's the flavor that we savor up here neighbor. Is it wrong that I'm quoting a movie named Sugar Hill to say why I won't give up salt? It was a rhetorical question diary. Shut it. Back to church like I did at 5. The temptations were back. Speaking of the Temptations, ain't it ashamed that the Five Heartbeats made The Temptations movie before The Temptations could? Another rhetorical question. OK enough of that. So the Pastors message was strong as usual and there shouldn't be a but here but I need the but here to move to the next part of the sentence. Oh look at that. Guess I could have used a period. Oh well. The Pastor talked about manna from heaven. By that time I was getting kinda hungry and like Eddie Caine Jr. I was singing, "Nights like this I wish that manna would fa a a a aallll." Can't nobody sang like Eddie Caine Jr. Then the Pastor touched on a verse about the Israelites wandering the desert begging for meat. God said He'd give it to them alright. Until they were sick of it. It would come out of their nostrils and such. No diary, I'm serious. And it came out of a much better book than you, so take that for what it's worth. So I'm not begging God or His servants for no meat. As long as they keep serving up that Soul Food I'll be good. One thing that came up during the morning service was the Pastor talking about not coming down from your high point. Funny thing was it got me where I was because in a well timed word of encouragement someone had just told me to keep climbing that mountain (somebody also said I was smart and they always admired my drive, but I can't think of a good segue to stick that in here. See how clunky that was. Somebody reading this might forget I was talking about climbing a mountain). Or was it a Sugar Hill. Not sure but The Temptations are calling me. I need my legs strong to keep moving. And like mama said, "Nobody's cutting off my leg. And that's that." I also need a strong heart. I need more than just Five Heartbeats, cause I gotta long time left to live. I need some Soul Food. What? You don't get it diary? What's not to get? Look, I've been going real easy on you since I still got some church on me. Don't make me act a fool. Look. We need each other. You and me, we're like fingers on a hand. One finger won't make an impact, but you ball all those fingers into a fist, and you can strike a mighty blow. Now, you and me got to be that fist. And if you keep being stupid I'm gonna take that fist and bury it in that face I drew for you on page 28. You, you, you.... Hmmm. I swear I had something for this. Come back to me later.
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