Christian Beers

I was in the car, making my way towards a distant Redbox kiosk tonight when I thought of my old friend, Micky.  Just M-I-C-K-Y…no E.  “I’m not a mouse,” he’d say.  The memory could have been sparked when I passed by a Schlotzsky's since Micky has always been pretty much incapable of pronouncing it properly.  When he says it, it comes out more like, Sha-lossh-kees.

Anyway, Micky and I went to college together, and later to seminary.  He was/is one of those few people in life I can be completely honest with, and one that will be completely honest with me in return.  I specifically remember times when we’d both be down or in a bad mood and he’d come by and we’d go for a ride.  That ride always included two things…us venting about whatever was bugging us and Christian Beers. 

Relax.  We weren’t really driving and drinking beers.  They were usually 20oz Arizona flavored teas or some similar beverage we could pick up at 7-Eleven.  I’m not really sure why we called them that.  Maybe it’s because we used them to drown our sorrows, but nonetheless, that was the routine. 

I suppose I’m writing about this because I realized tonight that it was something I missed.  One of those little things in life you don’t think about at the time but one that you later wish you could revisit.  It was a “thankful moment” – a moment when you realize how blessed you are to have certain people in your life.  Now, Micky and I live far apart, but I hope one day we’ll be able to get together, go for a ride, and down a few Christian Beers.  Tonight would have been perfect for it, my friend.