There’s no way to sugar-coat it: in this video, I read a poem and take a bite out of a Twinkie. (You might notice a bit of a bow to Julian of Norwich at the end of the poem: hazelnut to her, Twinkie to me.)
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I think this was the first Twinkie I’ve tasted since I had a deep-fried specimen at the Bureau County Fair in Illinois, years ago. But what do you think: can a Twinkie be full of the Spirit of God? Is there even room in there, amid the sodium stearoyl lactylate and xanthan gum?
What a wonderful reflection. There is a song I love from the Seasons of the Spirit curriculum, Here In This Ordinary Place, that celebrates the sacramentality of life.
Hi Chuck,
Thanks! Is that Bret Hesla’s song? I didn’t know it was part of the Seasons of the Spirit, but if that’s the one I’m thinking of, folks can listen to it on Bret’s site here.
Nice!