I Found Jesus in Cajun Chicken

I had an amazing dinner tonight. A hot, delicious Cajun Chicken Filet Sandwich, Cajun Fries, and a Large Sweet Tea. It was a mouth-watering experience.

What's more amazing is what I did to have that experience.

Friday night a friend mentioned to me that a new Bojangles had recently opened about 25 minutes from my home. Hearing this made my eyes wide, and instantly excitement was pouring out of me.

You have to understand. There were no Bojangles near me. The last time I found a Bojangles was a few months ago in Roanoke, a couple hours from home. So to find out that such an experience was now so close to home filled me with joy.

Saturday I shared the news with everyone. I tweeted, updated my Facebook status, etc. If you encountered me at all today you knew that I was going to Bojangles for dinner tonight, and that anyone was welcome to join.

I was pumped for Bojangles. I had tasted it in the past and knew how good it is. I wanted to share that with everyone else. I even fasted in a way, skipping lunch altogether, counting down the hours until dinner time would arrive.

When the time came, I drove 25 minutes to search for Bojangles, even called a couple more people to let them know of my journey. Then I saw the sign in the distance. Fully focused on the cajun goodness, nothing could hold me back. I abruptly ended a phone conversation with a flu-ridden friend and confidently entered the restaurant, already knowing what my order would be. Already know that I would upsize it so that I could get as much as possible into me.

I sat down, and quickly took my first bite. Then at the table next to me I noticed something that changed the entire night. Two people just sat down with their chicken meals. They removed the wrapping and smiled at their meal. Then they didn't hesitate to close their eyes and thank God for their meal, asking His blessing on it.

Then it hit me.

As I sat there eating my meal, happy and content with the sheer joy that this chicken and sweet tea goodness is now locally available to me, I realized that the excitement, unashamed promotion, attention and glory, that I had given Bojangles in the past 24 hours was the type of joy I should be sharing with people every day about Jesus.

Too often it's easy to take the gift that Christ offers for granted. I can get jaded, lackluster, by the gift of Christ, that I often do give Him the attention He deserves, which is far more than Bojangles.

The joy and victory that I embraced in my chicken meal tonight was genuine, and far less than the joy and victory I can have in Jesus. So why don't I share Christ the way I was sharing the news of Bojangles?

I pray that Jesus gets the glory and attention he deserves from me. Far too often I find myself getting distracted by the things of life, even things as silly as a Bojangles meal. But I praise Jesus for using little moments like this to point me back to Him.