I love a good milkshake. I especially love a good milkshake from Chick-fil-a. I love how the soft serve ice cream from which it is made gives it the perfect thickness so that it is neither too thick so as to make it collapse a straw nor is it too thin so that it is not easily and immediately consumed. I particularly love the cookies ‘n cream shake from Chick-fil-a and how I am pleasantly surprised every other sip or so with a crunchy piece of cookie to munch. I love of good milkshake.
The other night, I indulged myself (at the expense of my waistline and my household peace for having made an unnecessary purchase) with a cookies ‘n cream shake from Chick-fil-a. As I was driving down the road, I said to myself, “Self, this milkshake is heaven.” After thinking that, I immediately thought of what a blasphemy that thought was. To think that I would even think to compare the temporal tastiness of a milkshake with the unfathomable pleasures and riches in the presence of almighty God! It was a great atrocity indeed.