I hate being sick!
Ok, now that I’ve stated it, I feel better…
There is nothing more interesting than preaching when you are sick. Your brain is fuzzy, your body aches, you are trying to remember to not snort your runny noise (because your microphone will pick it up and amplify it), the desire to cough consumes your conscious brain’s attention to the point that you forget what you’re going to say and you just hope you don’t pass out because you know that will concern everyone.
Yesterday, I was the definition of sick. What was far more interesting than being sick was a message that I’d been incubating for more than two months and I knew that this was the time to open it up. I had such grand ideas as to how it would play out and now here I was sick, definitely off my game and wondering if I was crazy for showing up at all.
This is what I love about Holy Spirit. He really doesn’t need our help. Really. We just think he does. We get so caught up in our part that we usually overlook his. When you are sick, I think he must be smiling because he knows that you aren’t going to have any other option but to let him do what he does so well.
I haven’t yet listened to the service, but I’ve gotten quite a few comments. I didn’t plan on having a “fire tunnel,” but one showed up. I wasn’t able to “worship,” but experienced the presence of the supernatural in a most uncommon way.
Note to self, pretend that you are sick more often…