This time Monday, Carolyn and I will be doing that thing where everybody throws confetti and says "bon voyage" in a wild, festive, raucous bacchanal of sobriety.
I have been told I will enjoy the ocean of food that will be arrayed before me. Also, apparently, given the picture of our ship that Google called up, I will also be called to administer Christian massages to immodest Christian females. I will decline this.
Then, I will relax next to a Christian pool with the members of Casting Crowns.
My life is a non-stop Carnival of Irony.
Some of you are questioning the willy-nilly use of "Christian" when applied to entertainment options. I understand; I used to be the same way.
But then I was invited on this cruise.
It's caused me to really reflect and re-think some things.
I plan to continue ruminating, as I do what I feel God has long called me to do: Float at sea while karaoke-ing with Dallas Holm.