Sunday was a big day for our church. After months of planning we finally made the move to two services. I wanted the day to go flawless. And it did, except for one thing...our preacher was sick.
Friday afternoon I felt it coming on. A dull headache and coughing. I ignored it. Even went to the Y and ran 3 miles on the treadmill. One of those "mind over matter" moments. Three hours later I was running about 100 on the couch. I started worrying and I started praying. And God answered (at least partially).
The fever broke Saturday morning and I was able to preach through a Robitussin induced haze. It was not at all what I was hoping for on the first day of two services, but I did learn a few things...
- Menthol cough drops and Welch's grape juice don't mix.
- Humor should not be attempted while groggy.
- Cold medicine and "off-the-cuff" remarks are not the best of friends.
- Prayers for healing should be more specific (my fever returned Sunday night).
- It's not about me (we had four responses Sunday and I assure you they weren't responding to the message).
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