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Panic at Cedar Park Chinese Buffet

Yesterday, my wife and I had lunch with a couple from church.  I reluctantly agreed to go to a Chinese buffet as that is what they wanted for lunch.  Germaphobes and buffets don’t exactly go hand-in-hand, but that is beside the point.   

At the end of lunch our check arrived with the traditional fortune cookies.  I don’t exactly believe in fortune cookies but they are funny from time to time and they taste good.  So, I crack mine open and laugh at what it says.  I ask my wife, “Honey, are you going to tell me you are pregnant or something?”   


“My fortune says, ‘Don’t panic.’”  Everyone has a good laugh.  All the while my wife is opening her fortune cookie.  When she cracks it open she begins to read, “A new adventure awaits you this weekend.”  She then asks the waiter for a paper bag because her husband is hyperventilating.  At least, that’s what they tell me.  I must have blacked out.

I’m scared.  Wait, there’s no reason to panic.  God wouldn’t use a fortune cookie to prepare me for that kind of news.  Would He?