I think that might be what Paul is getting at in today’s passage from Romans, living as if it is night, drowning ourselves in various vices, reaching for something that can quiet our hearts and still our souls just for a moment. We seek to escape, to choose the easy path; we want to provide for the flesh, just for a minute, to release all the tension and the stress just for a little bit of time. You know as well as I do that a waffle, even one scratch-made and freshly cooked, both crispy and gooey with syrup, will not solve even one of my problems. It won’t even make me feel better for more than the three minutes it takes for me to wolf it down. My waffle is provision for my flesh, my waffle is the easy way out. My waffle is the exit route.