Cheerios That Make God Want To Vomit

I woke up last Saturday Morning with a mild headache. As the morning wore on, the headache intensified. I mistakenly thought that if I ate something, I might feel better (even though I was not hungry). Since it was morning, I opted for a bowl of Rice Krispies (The generic Food Lion brand version) and I ate that down with no problem but I felt no better also. In fact, I started to feel worse. Finally, it all came to an end when I deposited the once eaten cereal back into the same bowl from which it came. I disposed of the vomit and went into the bedroom for a nap. Four hours later I woke up and felt good as new. It ended up being something that seems to afflict me at random every so often... a migraine.. or a milder version of a migraine. These hit me about once every 3 months or so and there is no rhyme or reason as to when I get them and no real warning that I am getting one.

I say all the above to say that once that happened, the scripture came to mind from Revelation Chapter 3. God is addressing the church at Laodicea about their apathy. I normally do not like the Message paraphrase at all but it had the word vomit in it so I went with that. Look at verses 15-20 "I know you inside and out, and find little to my liking. You're not cold, you're not hot—far better to be either cold or hot! You're stale. You're stagnant. You make me want to vomit. You brag, 'I'm rich, I've got it made, I need nothing from anyone,' oblivious that in fact you're a pitiful, blind beggar, threadbare and homeless.
Here's what I want you to do: Buy your gold from me, gold that's been through the refiner's fire. Then you'll be rich. Buy your clothes from me, clothes designed in Heaven. You've gone around half-naked long enough. And buy medicine for your eyes from me so you can see, really see.
The people I love, I call to account—prod and correct and guide so that they'll live at their best. Up on your feet, then! About face! Run after God!
Look at me. I stand at the door. I knock. If you hear me call and open the door, I'll come right in and sit down to supper with you"


I'll touch back on these verses in a second but I was watching TV the other day and I saw a commercial about Frosted Mini Wheats. A Frosted Mini Wheat was being compared in size and significance to one piece of Cheerios. In the commercial, this Frosted Mini Wheat is in a boxing match with the Cheerio piece. The Mini Wheat towered over the Cheerio for an easy knock out as the Cheerio piece basically fainted.

As I look at some who call themselves Christians, I can't help but think that most are like the little Cheerios. The trial of a little milk (spilt or not) makes them soggy, weak and not fit for consumption; insignificant when it comes to making a difference in the lives of others. Much like those in Laodicea where God tells them they are stale and make him want to vomit. As Christians, we need to be like that Frosted Mini Wheat, bold in our testimony, someone others are drawn to, able to stand firm in the trials of having milk poured on us and people that God can look at us and be pleased.

Notice in the later verses God says "The people I love, I call into account." The King James version says in verse 19 "As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent."

This is similar to the passage in Hebrews 12:6 "For whom the Lord loves he chastens, and scourges every son whom he receives."


Friends, we can not live life in a shell thinking only of ourselves. We will have to give an account of how we lived our life once we become children of God. There is a vast difference between hearing "well done thou good and faithful servant" than hearing "get out of my sight. You make me want to vomit."

I believe we can learn a lesson from that square of Mini Wheat... be bold in the Lord, strong in your christian beliefs, and don't compromise them for anyone or anything.

Jesus is saying in verse 20 that He stands at the door and knocks and wants to sup or eat with us. In other words, He wants to fellowship with us like family. If Jesus was going to come eat with you in fellowship, would he be eating a big bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats or a big bowl of soggy Cheerios?

Perhaps had I been eating a bowl of Mini Wheats instead of Rice Krispies, I may have been spared the vomiting, but then again probably not. I know I will never look at a Frosted Mini Wheat the same again.