On M&Ms

I decided that I like this color a lot. Anyway, yesterday I ate a handful of M&Ms and I had a really scary thought. I really like M&Ms a lot. I wondered how many M&Ms the average person must consume in their lifetime. Well, because it's such a huge thing in America, I'm guessing the number is big. Now, I really, really like M&Ms so if anyone ever finds a number for me it would be double. The frightening thought was: What if when I got to heaven, God asked me about all those M&Ms? Just like how in James it says that you're going to have to account for every stray word that you speak, what if you were asked about your M&m consumption? I know it's definitely not a good thing, but I've been torturing myself with this one. Here is how the conversation would go:
GOD: Now Lindsey, do you know how many M&Ms you ate while you lived on earth?
Me: Um, no not really, sorry.
GOD: Well, it was actually quite a lot. You ate (insert a very large number here) M&Ms.
Me: Oh my. That is a lot of M&Ms. Where exactly are we going with this?
GOD: Well Lindsey, do you know how many times you opened and read your Bible during that time?
Me: No. I really didn't keep track of that either.
GOD: I'll give you a hint. . . the M&M number was bigger.
Me: Rats.
Yeah, even though I seriously doubt that that's how it will go when I meet the big guy, it's still something to think about. I really should crave God's word more than I crave M&Ms or anything else. It's really important. Even though I feel a little bit dumb, worrying about how God feels about my eating lots and lots of M&Ms, it's a pretty good motivator. Now that I have this vision of being grilled about candy while in heaven, I can really make reading God's Word a major priority in my life again. This may be a strange way to be convicted, but God knows what he's doing apparently.