Strangely, I have learned a bit about the gift of sickness over the last day or so. My son came down with a stomach bug a few days ago and gave it to me. I found myself laid up for much of yesterday afternoon and today, while lying restlessly, I found myself saying a shortened form of the Jesus prayer, "Lord Jesus Christ, Have Mercy On Me". I found myself able to pray even in the midst of some agony, and all my overly intellectualized faith became nothing but a murmur on my lips, it was an experiential parable for me.
I second Steve's to do list comment, I am far too busy; did Jesus die for me to have to do so much work?
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