today i feel like using burgers as a metaphor of how intense life can get sometimes. let's face it, we generally stay in cheeseburger mode, representing the ordinary hassles and annoyances of the semi-happy meal we call life. then there are those double cheeseburger days where it's called exponentially escalating aggravation. and then my friends, brace yourself for this greasily toxic reality...there are the WHOPPERS. yes, those moments where you need more than two big grizzly adams hands to handle them. the catalytic catastophes, the dreadful strokes of sabotage, the times of turbulence and terrorism within the world and my own crazy world of wonder, wealth, and woe. whoppers...how does one deal with these signposts of complexity, bewilderment, and desire? in this ragamuffin girl's crazy whopper-infested world, i'm grateful that God has tattooed a certain passage on my brain that gets triggered at the onset of whopper warning signs. it is isaiah 6:1-8, and i highly recommend it for much needed perspective in times of whopper hopelessness. basically here's how i will break it down: i am crazy, this world and all it contains is crazy, and the sanity i seek from the source of true love and loving truth seems way too unattainable and unrealistic. so my whoppers present me with the ongoing choice: heal or hell? wow, good preaching, tina...that little phrase bears repeating, so here goes. heal or hell? number one--me crazy: heal or hell? number two--world crazy: heal or hell? number three--believing in sanity is crazy: heal or hell? i pray that in all these moments of wistful whopper wackiness, our choices will be what they need to be, channeled toward the healing touches and tastes of grace.