Finding Hope at BK

After full day of church-related activity, I found myself in need of food at 9 p.m. Sunday. I rolled over to Burger King, got myself a Steakhouse Burger and found something that changed my life. In the top of my sack, there was a note citing my reason for being deserving of devouring this fine sandwich. According to BK, I am now the Keeper of the Eternal Flame of Hope. I am taking this very seriously. So, here are some reasons for hope today in the dog days of July:

Brett Favre is coming back.

Gas prices have dropped from $3.95 a gallon to $3.93 a gallon in my neighborhood.

The St. Louis Cardinals are 14 games over .500 and Albert Pujols in hitting .359. Plus, the Cubs have lost three of their last four. I hate the Cubs.

Barack Obama has raised more than $272 million in campaign donations, so he’s got gas money for the next couple of months. Good for him.

John McCain is promising me and you $5K in tax relief is if I buy a zero omissions car next year. I’m looking at a Chevy Volt or an EZGO golf cart.

Run’s House — the best reality show on TV — started a new season last week.

Josh Hamilton told a gazillion people watching the Home Run Derby last week that his grandmother and Jesus pulled his life out of the sewer.

The real Burger King — the creepy dude behind the mask and in costume — is a believer and a good guy. He runs small groups for a church in NYC.

I watched a guy who did not know Jesus Christ a year ago leave to go on his first mission trip as a believer Saturday.

My wife is finally able to sleep through the night after having lung surgery three months ago.
Seeing that prayer answered gives me hope.

There is nothing you can do that will separate you from the love of Jesus Christ, our Saviour.

There, I believe I am fulfilling my duty to BK for the day.