BROTHERS and sisters, I am feeling the heat. I am feeling the sweat on the back of my neck and the hot, wet air pressing against my chest like a rock on my heart.

My collar is open, my sleeves are pushed up, and when I look out into the glare of the sun I ask you this:

Do I want something hot to drink? No, I do not.

Do I want something served to me at what the ill-informed call room temperature? No, I do not.

Do I want something cool and refreshing, something that will revive my spirit, stir my soul and go hand-in-hand with outdoor grilling? Yes, indeed.  Read more...