Country Music and Canton Cafe Egg Rolls: Page 240 Karen G.

This past Saturday night, a time when I am usually huddled in my quiet corner typing up my sermon, found me sliding down a wet country road on my way to give ear to not one, but two Country bands.  Mark W. had his band together, and his brother's band also came to town for a barn jam session.  We were fortunate enough to be guests at this event and to hear them singing and strumming away to the beautiful rhythm of raindrops falling on the metal roof and a drummer who played for both bands.  I enjoyed both of the bands, and I always like listening to Mark sing.  While his brother's band was playing, Mark brought out two large trays of egg rolls.  I had three and a half, and tried three different types of sauce.  My favorite sauce was the orange sauce, and it brought out all the flavors of the egg roll perfectly.  Each bite was followed by a taste explosion.  They had a full and rich taste and I could have eaten many more, but the rain kept coming down out there, and I knew I had to drive through the muddy road and needed all my wits about me.  So, after enjoying my egg rolls, a hot dog, some other food, three cookies, and a piece of cake, and after enjoying another set of country music, with both of my wits fully engaged I rolled out of the barn.  Just as I left they started playing old rock, and it sounded great, but I knew if I stayed later I would probably slide off into a ditch and become so overwrought that I would only be able to write an 1,100-word sermon.  As we pulled out into the road, I noticed that water had filled up the tracks from earlier tires.  But, armed with knowledge that my GM Savana is built Ford tough, I drove down the muddy road and almost slid off only once.  Back on solid pavement, I savored the memory of the egg rolls I had eaten, and was inspired to write a sermon about a feast (from Isaiah 25).  God describes heaven as a great feast, for there is rejoicing and fellowship, and as there was at our evening with the Woolleys, there will be music in heaven as well.  But you better eat your egg rolls here.