Forced to Rely Upon Him

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Gentle Reader,

I had planned to write a series of posts about how we Americans need to learn to divorce faith from politics, meaning that we cannot rationally expect people who do not have the Holy Spirit within to behave as if they do. We should not be surprised when culture moves farther away from a moral center. We should not wring our hands when laws that strike at the Judeo-Christian ethic are passed. Let’s stop pretending that this country, this world, isn’t a sinful place full of people in need of the buckets of grace we ourselves have received.

This doesn’t mean that we don’t work for justice. You know that I am passionate about that. What I do think this means is that we stop trying to “fix” the system. Did the early believers lobby the Roman Senate to pass laws to stop the exposure of unwanted infants? No. They just went out and rescued the babies. Did they write columns about the unfairness of not being a state-sponsored religion? No. They just went out and shared the Gospel.

We need to go back to their example and learn.

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Anyway, that’s not what I want to write about today.

Tuesday morning I woke up with a headache. That’s not abnormal. Usually, I stay home and rest for a day and all is well. But the headache was still there on Wednesday. And then it got worse on Thursday. Made a trip to the Urgent Care for a shot in the rear and came out with a prescription for anti-nausea medication that’s left me quite hungover. (I’m going to have to nap after posting this).

I don’t like that I’ve missed work. I don’t like that I’ve been stuck at home – without air conditioning! I don’t like that there seem to be more unhealthy weeks than healthy.

There is something I do like, though.

Maybe it’s the after-effects of the medication, but I’m not anxious. Well, not as anxious as I could be. Usually when something like this happens, I immediately feel guilty for not being at work. I freak out about our finances. Right now, the best word I can think of to sum up my attitude is “meh.” It’ll be okay. God is looking after Chris and I. He provides for all our needs out of the endless supply of His riches. He knows that my body and I don’t cooperate; He allowed this for His glory and my good, even if I don’t know what that looks like yet.

I have to rely on God. I don’t have any other option.

And I’m thankful.