For the Jews, it’s Yom Kippur. My fellow Yids fasted all day yesterday, atoning and repenting on the holiday. (Not me. Food is my religion, so I piously stuffed my face.)
Nonetheless, my friends Marc and Lisa are always so nice and invite me to their annual Yom Kippur break fast. Joining them feels like running just the last mile of a marathon, then celebrating having finished, without all the nipple chafing.
Great spread. Great people. Thank you Jesus.
