Last weekend I had the privilege to lead at the DNow conference here in Gainesville, at Lakewood Baptist Church. Try and imagine a room filled with nearly 1000 middle and high school student, and over 300 adults, gathered to worship Jesus, and dive into his word in a community setting. Got a picture of what that looks like? Well, now you kind of know what DNow looks like.
Our speaker this weekend, who’s name has slipped me at the moment, shared a super funny but completely ridiculous article. I couldn’t do the story justice, so go ahead and read it for yourself.
Starburst Fruit Chews are exactly as their name would indicate: chewy. But one Michigan woman says the candies are so chewy, they should come with a warning label.
“I don’t know, maybe about 3 chews and it literally locked my jaw … and it just literally pulled my jaw out of joint,” she told MyFoxDetroit.com.
Muawad says McArthur offered to negotiate a settlement with Starburst’s insurer to pay for her rehabilitation, but the company said no way. A spokesman for Mars refused to comment.
McArthur says she just wants to make sure nobody else meets the same end she did when she decided to indulge her sweetooth.
“I don’t want to see anybody else have to go through what I have gone through from eating a piece of candy that was supposed to be soft chew,” she said.
I'm not exactly sure what she was thinking. I don't know about you, but when I'm eating a starburst and my teeth get stuck together, my first reaction is NOT to rip them open, but to calmly let it dissolve into my mouth (resulting in an instant cavity). I’m not sure what I find more ridiculous here, the fact that she in fact was injured eating a starburst, or that she truly believes the candies should come with a warning label.
The point that was touched on after this story by our speaker had a good point behind. He posed this question to the crowd,”Should Christianity come with a warning label?”. I mean, when I was introduced to Christianity (keep in mind I was under 10 years old), I was just told to pray a prayer, and that’s all it took.
Little did I know that a decade later, God would be sending me to the jungles of Brazil, and I would experience a whole different God than I ever expected. The God I “found” was exciting, adventurous, and from my point of view, a little crazy. I have experienced highs and lows, emotionally, spiritually, and financially. No body ever warned me that any of this would happen. But then, I wonder if I would have begun to follow God in the first place if I had known the path it would take me down.
So here is my question to you. Should Christianity come with a “warning label”, and if so, what would it say?
