Eat, Drink, and Be Murdered

Depression is real.  It took about two months for my anti-depressant medication to kick in last year.  There was no overnight miracle.  I knew my anti-depressants were working when I felt ready to throw a party.  And not just any party.  I wanted to throw a murder mystery party.

Had I ever thrown a murder mystery party before?  No.  Did I know anyone else who had thrown one or even attended one?  Double negative.  For some reason, it seemed like a good idea.  I sent out a mass text message to my tribe and waited for a response.  Almost instantly, people were on board for my impulsive decision. 

Once people agreed to come, I had to figure out how to make this idea a reality.  I found an online company with favorable reviews.  I paid the money and instantly had access to all the murder mystery materials.  Bible Study Mama agreed to place clues in envelopes so that I could play along.  I e-mailed people their character assignments.  Now, I just had to wait for the day of the party.

Party day arrived.  Let me tell you that my tribe came out in character and ready to play.  We were to vote on the actor at the end of the evening.  I fool with people who don’t like to lose so there were some truly Oscar worthy performances.  Suspicion was in the air all night as we talked with each other and tried to figure out who was worthy of trust and who was just blatantly lying.

Real life is just like my murder mystery dinner party.  Satan is always lurking around seeking to steal, kill, and destroy.  The problem is that we make Satan the guy with the horns, and he’s really just operating in the guy in the cubicle next to yours.  We argue with people and forget that we’re really in disagreement with the spirit that’s at work in them.

My prayer is that we don’t spend all our time like I did at the dinner party.  Sweating, suspicious, and not letting my guard down.  Y’all my brother was the murderer the WHOLE time.  If I had grilled him the way that I grill him in real life, the case would have been solved.  I was too distracted by all the other suspects to home in on his easy tells.  He told me afterwards that he thought I was onto him.  I wasn’t.  Have a murder mystery party with your tribe.  I highly recommend it.  Just don’t live a murder mystery party life.  #wepreach