It’s Friday, which means anything can happen. Today, “anything” is going to take the form of a taco-eating contest. In a bizarre act of bravado (and foolish sophomoric overconfidence), I have challenged one of my students at Northwest University to just such a competition.
Taco Bell. Hard shell. Friday afternoon.
Why? I don’t know. OK, I do know: I love Taco Bell tacos, I’ve always wanted to try this, and I’m not getting any younger over here. You know, one might even say I’m doing this to stand in solidarity with all those youth pastors out there…but then one might also say that’s a bit of a stretch.
I fully expect this to be my first and last such competition, and I want to enjoy the experience in all its tasty absurdity. I’m sorry, dear readers…but this is going to happen (once).
**Please note: this is not my approved method for youth ministry or the life of the college professor. This is a not a theologically reflective act. This will probably make me sick. But it will, I think, be rather fun. Especially when I win.**
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