I feel pretty lousy. With no intended defamation of that ubiquitous parasite, the louse, I think I must have picked up a bug (of another kind) from one of my sweet cherubs at school. First came the deep cough, just allergies thought I. Yesterday the sore throat hit, and the chills, followed by the sweating break of the fever—a nice parting shot now that I can count down my days to retirement on both hands.
I say fever, but I didn’t bother to take it. I still have the old glass thermometer you’d probably be hard pressed to find anywhere these days, except a museum. Bob thought I still felt warm this morning, so I found it, but no, thankfully the mercury didn’t climb too high. It’s just that aching aftermath, no energy and less motivation.
And I’m reminded that the influenza vaccine I took back in October has now worn off. Granted, we’re out of the peak flu season, (and it was a HARD hitting one this year), but that doesn’t allow me to let down my guard. I’m not a germaphobe, but at the same time I have a healthy respect for what they can do.
Of course, a vaccine or other medicine doesn’t preclude my own diligence—washing hands, preventing cross contamination, all that. A vaccine simply beefs up the immune system during a particular time of crisis. I seemed to have noticed that God sends special grace during times of spiritual crisis also—that particular encounter or timely phone call. Maybe a vision or other unlooked for revelation. Then it may not happen again for quite a while. I mentioned this to my dear mother-in-law who replied that God sends it when we need it; if we don’t need it, He doesn’t send it.
Again, that doesn’t preclude my own applied diligence of a listening heart. I may not be in crisis-mode, but maybe someone else is, and God just might choose me to be that timely encounter.
Of course, God’s sovereign move to beef up my spiritual immune system for a particular occasion doesn’t mean I can let my guard down and be careless any other time. Far from it! If anything, it should cause me to appreciate even more that those spiritual germs are floating around all the time, that spiritual hygiene should just be a way of life.
Come close to God, and God will come close to you. Wash your hands, you sinners; purify your hearts, for your loyalty is divided between God and the world.
Some germ broke through my defenses this time, perhaps some unknown carelessness on my part, but it’s only temporary. With my tea and Tylenol, I’m on the mend, and the last week of school starts tomorrow!
James 4:8 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.