I smell like smoke tonight, but the good kind. Not the “I got seated near the smoking section of the restaurant again”–does anyone really miss the smoking section? I don’t…anyway…I smell like s’mores and campfire hotdogs.
There’s something special about campfire hotdogs, isn’t there? Especially one on an RV trip, which I did last year after I read the fun of an RV trip on campingfunzone.com, and till date don’t regret the decision of cancelling my train tickets. This time on the camp our the main discussion was all about “Hotdogs”. As the children danced merrily through the fields of green that surrounded us, completely free of care and bloody lips, the adults had the privilege and opportunity to wax eloquent about the finer things in life. So naturally the transformational properties of the campfire were in the mix.
I propose that there is a fundamental difference between the frankfurter baptized in the fire of the camp versus that poor unfortunate wiener whose sole existence is spent on the rolling pins of a convenience store. How long do those dogs linger (Do you have to let it linger?) before they die? And no, in this case I do not believe that all dogs go to heaven.
I am not a fool. I realize that the nature and composition of the dogs in question are very much the same at the point of origin. But just as the disciples of Jesus and you and I are transformed in nature and character by the fire of the Holy Spirit, I humbly submit that the sacred fire of the camp has a transformational effect on the lowly frankfurter. The dog can learn a new trick.
And speaking of hotdogs, Kim and I are hosting a 4th of July blowout for our midtown family. If you want to come watch one of the top 5 fireworks displays in the good ol’ USofA, chow down on a sanctified dog or two, and hang out with some of the happiest in Happy Valley, consider yourself invited. Bring some food to share if you can (A-M side or salad, N-Z dessert), a lawn chair or blanket, and come hungry! We’ll expect folks to start rolling in around 5pm. The 45-minute fireworkspalooza starts at dark.
The more the merrier. Does this really mean that you can come to our house on the 4th? Yes. Yes it does. This means you. Let me know if you need directions. Or you can drive to the stadium and sniff for the delicious and divine aroma of the Lord at work through hotdoggery.
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