I have not posted for several days. This usually means either I am on a vacation or I am sick/busy. This was a sick/busy break.
There is something so frustrating about being sick. We know we are going to get sick and we have been sick many times in our lives, but it is still frustrating, especially when you cannot sleep. This was my end of week/weekend experience. There is just something really sad about spending the whole weekend in bed when you cannot sleep.
Lots of things apparently happened while I was out of touch. Newt Gingrich showed that a serial adulterer can win a Republican primary, the New York Giants made it clear that Detroit going to New Orleans early in the playoffs was not a bad thing for Detroit, and I am sure something else happened somewhere, which I have not heard yet. Oh, well. Next week there will be another primary that will be the "most important ever" and I can read all the junk about that one. In two weeks, we will have a Super Bowl and the football will end, as well.
There was a big bright spot in my weekend, though. On Sunday morning, I got up and got through my Sunday School class before heading back to bed for the rest of the day. We covered the next part of Ephesians 3, in which Paul declares his prayer for the Ephesians. He prays that they will be strengthened through the Spirit, that they may comprehend the breadth, length, height, and depth of Christ's love and to know that love, that they may be filled with the fullness of God.
This is one of those glorious texts that overcomes everything. Even in a weekend of sickness, this is a text that calls us to greater things. Someone asked how it was possible to be filled with all the fullness of God. Don't I wish I knew.
What I do know is so amazing, so beyond belief, so beyond explanation, that it fills my heart even in illness and even in rough weeks.
There is something so frustrating about being sick. We know we are going to get sick and we have been sick many times in our lives, but it is still frustrating, especially when you cannot sleep. This was my end of week/weekend experience. There is just something really sad about spending the whole weekend in bed when you cannot sleep.
Lots of things apparently happened while I was out of touch. Newt Gingrich showed that a serial adulterer can win a Republican primary, the New York Giants made it clear that Detroit going to New Orleans early in the playoffs was not a bad thing for Detroit, and I am sure something else happened somewhere, which I have not heard yet. Oh, well. Next week there will be another primary that will be the "most important ever" and I can read all the junk about that one. In two weeks, we will have a Super Bowl and the football will end, as well.
There was a big bright spot in my weekend, though. On Sunday morning, I got up and got through my Sunday School class before heading back to bed for the rest of the day. We covered the next part of Ephesians 3, in which Paul declares his prayer for the Ephesians. He prays that they will be strengthened through the Spirit, that they may comprehend the breadth, length, height, and depth of Christ's love and to know that love, that they may be filled with the fullness of God.
This is one of those glorious texts that overcomes everything. Even in a weekend of sickness, this is a text that calls us to greater things. Someone asked how it was possible to be filled with all the fullness of God. Don't I wish I knew.
What I do know is so amazing, so beyond belief, so beyond explanation, that it fills my heart even in illness and even in rough weeks.