Mysterious Theologian: Chase

Invisible Gastro God, I have heard that it is not what goes in the mouth but what comes out that counts. Hide yourself in all that I consume, whether at the food truck for lunch or at the altar for communion. Enter into me deeply and twist me up. Surprise me explosively for days with thoughts, words, and actions inspired by you. Wear me down and replace my pain with greater peace through every outburst. Make me apologize to my friends saying, “I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve got God poisoning.”

Amen.