Thank You, O Chicken Wing Creator!

I'd like to give a tithe and an offering to whoever created chicken wings!
Like, not the chicken wing, itself, ...'cause we'd be thanking God! (Thank you, Almighty)
But, the concept of fried/baked chicken wings, either plain or tossed in sauce!
Just miraculous! Marvelous! A gift, like manna from heaven!

Just think about all the flavors: Lemon Pepper, Cajun, BBQ, Sesame, Thai, Honey Garlic, Teriyaki, Mango Habanero, Jerk, Buffalo, Blazin' Buffalo, Flaming Buffalo, Meet-Me-At-My-Grave Buffalo! Just look at all of God's children walking hand in hand!👐

I thought about chicken wings often today. They are my happy place. I was vegan for a while (on and off) but there's something about chicken wings that brings my soul to life.

I want to come alive, these days. I'm doing some serious work on myself and I don't have time to die. I don't have time to die. I don't have time to be depressed because I can't eat the bbq wings I'm sniffin' at the bar while sippin' my bourbon! I have too many others things to be stressed about: money, life, school, etc.

So, I indulge! I will have wings tomorrow. I will live my best life!

Because I deserve!
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On another note,
Today was a good day. I had three classes:

Womanist Proclamation: Theology and the Arts
Death, Dying, and Bereavement
Gandhi & King

They were all phenomenal, taught by some amazing professors. I'm grateful to be among the many minions absorbing such profound knowledge and insight. Days like today remind me of my calling, affirm my interest in theology, and propel me forward in this complicated journey called ministry.

Today, I'm grateful.
I'm excited about what God is doing in and around my life, and I stand in awe of it and God, expectant of God's anointing...even if that comes in the form of a chicken wing!

Thank you, O God, for the chicken wing!

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