A Town With No Milkshakes

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A Town With No Milkshakes

We had just returned from Denver, arrived in Louisville and eager to get home to Harrodsburg. It was Thursday evening around 10:PM as we passed through Mt. Washington. Neither of us wanted to stop for a late supper, but a good thick milkshake sounded great. I did not see a Dairy Queen in that little burg, but Arby’s serves up a few favorite flavors. So we pull in and I go inside to place my order for two large Jamocha shakes. Pay the server, and then his manager comes up and tells us that the shake machine was shut down ten minutes ago. Get my money back and disappointedly depart.
Next stop, Burger King. A step down on the milkshake ladder, but now we would settle for a simple vanilla or chocolate. Placed our order with a sweet little young lady behind the counter. With an apologetic tone she informed me that they were completely out of shake mix. I said, “I’ve never been in a town where you can’t get a milkshake.” She simply replied, “I’m sorry sir.”
Last resort, McDonalds. Bottom rung of the milk shake ladder. But now we are not so choosy. Walk in and confidently place my order for two large shakes; one with no whipped cream. Simple order, plainly stated. “Sir, our milkshake machine is in the heat mode right now; won’t be ready for about three hours.” I replied, “I can’t wait that long.” He responded, “It doesn’t matter, we will be closed by then.” So I ordered two smoothies and we headed on home, now about 11:00 PM.
I vowed to write an article about a town with no milkshakes. So now you have it. But is there a moral to this tale? Yes! Let’s be sure that when folks visit our church looking for Jesus, they don’t leave disappointed, or having to settle for less than their hearts desired.

-Terry Morrison