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Andy got back from the youth mission week full of exciting news. The group had helped a family move, got the church food pantry set up in a new location and witnessed to the homeless in downtown Atlanta. Andy was telling us about everything when his face and tone grew very serious. Steve and I braced ourselves for what might be coming next. Very quietly Andy said, “Mom, Dad, I have seen the future… of drink machines!” Surprised at this revelation, but strangely moved to delve deeper into this change of topic in conversation, we discovered that there is a new kind of soft drink machine that will allow you to not only chose your poison at the touch of a button, but allows you to add cherry, vanilla, raspberry, grape, lemon, orange and lime to your concoction. Our son and the rest of the youth group had encountered this wonderful little invention on a dinner break in Atlanta.
Since Andy was fresh off a mission trip and in the I-want- to–serve- others- always -and -forever mode, I decided to take advantage of it and have him help me with some chores I had left to do at school. He agreed to accompany me and work at getting my room ready. I agreed to treat him to lunch at Zaxby’s, which we discovered had just installed one of these heavenly little drink machines Andy was so taken with. That afternoon, Andy and I ran into a co-worker of mine. As we chatted about school and how our rooms were coming along, she asked Andy how I had bribed him to help me. Figuring he would say he did it for lunch and a date with a futuristic soda fountain, I was stunned when he simply shrugged and said, “Na, I just got to spend time with my mom. That was pretty cool.” Wow! Either mission week had a larger impact than I thought, or there is magic in that Coke machine! Until I can figure it out, I think I will take the boy back out to lunch… at Zaxby’s.
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