Good Thing I Didn't Like Doritos in the First Place

Dr. McDuffee told us a story today that went something like this:

This young kid, Mike, came up to me the other day. He's homeless, strung out on coke, and he asked, "Can God make a Dorito so hot he can't eat it?" and I said to him, "Mike, why are you asking that question? Because it could be a good one. But if you have the wrong motives, you have to be careful — God might make you eat that Dorito."

And I wondered, as I stockpile library books for my theology projects, how many unbearable Doritos do I have awaiting me in heaven? How many times have I come to God, treating him like a hostage and badgering him for the answers or else?  How many times have I knocked down the curtain to the Holy of Holies and demanded that the truth be instilled upon me?

How many times have I tried to stick God, to catch him in a mistake, and prove myself superior to the Great I AM?

Lord, may I learn humility from the foot of the Cross. May I learn to seek your face and not simply your facts. May I learn to rightly see you as the God who is capable of far more than I can comprehend. May I never feel threatened by ungodly hot doritos.