Mag-tastic

As a friend of mine here at college profoundly stated one day, "There are two types of people here at Wake: the Pit eaters and the Mag diners." At Wake Forest, there are two primary places to eat. The Pit is the main cafeteria; it is a huge smorgasbord of hearty vittles. The Mag Room serves primarily the same sort of food, however, it is presented in a much nicer fashion. There are white table cloths, endless supplies of sweet tea and orange juice, and an omelet line where one never looses interest due to a painfully long line. The only down sides to the Mag Room is that it is only open from 10:30 to 2:00 and is slightly more out of the way to reach.

Personally, I'm a Mag guy. I've eaten there everyday this week for lunch and still continue to rub my belly and sigh contently after each plateful of eclectic delectables. I catch a fair amount of flack because some people say it just seems too fancy when it's really nothing different at all. I beg to differ. Chris and I love eating there because we always focus on enjoying the atmosphere and diving deep into interesting conversations. We discuss everything from Wes Anderson films to Chris's adventures in New Zealand. We laugh hard and enjoy the company of the different people that come and join us on different days. It's a joyous place where life is shared, dreams are whispered, and friendship roams freely from student to staff. That's why I'm a Mag guy.

The more I think about the Mag Room I realize that's the type of place I want to live my life. I want to be willing to go out of my way to share time and experiences with people. The trivial inconveniences should just be viewed as tiny obstacles that require passing in order to reach the heralded treasure. And that treasure is beautiful. It's pure and innocent like a child's gleeful realization that she can walk, a person's heartfelt understanding that Christ lovingly lives with him everyday, or a simple white table cloth.

I desperately want to make my main mission of the day to eat in God's Mag Room. I may have to go out of my way to get there; i might have to say "no" to a slightly more convenient and immediate substitute. I want to seek relationships in His Mag Room. Oh and I almost forgot to mention the best part. The Mag Room offers desserts I've never seen in the Pit! Can you say chocolate eclair pudding?? "Bless the Lord... who redeems your life from the Pit." Psalm 103: 2-4

*(I would like to say that this post is not an actual attack on the Pit dining hall. I just used it as a metaphor. I am actually quite fond of it. Ironically, I finished a nice Pit sit with Sam a couple of hours ago. Everyone loves that cold chocolate milk.)