That is my condition as I attempt to write this article through itchy, watery eyes. I have enough medications in my body to blast a hole through a solid steel wall, and yet my congestion remains. And as for the sneezing, it’s been quite impressive. Just ask the neighbors. And forget sleeping at night. It’s more like drifting in and out of varying states of delirium.
You know how it is when you get sick. There’s the desperate search for the guilty party, so you trace it back to the person who started it all. As for me, I caught my cold from Sheri, who caught it from Tori, who caught it from my daughter-in-law Jamie, who caught it from my grandson Mason. Of course, I cannot be angry with my grandson. So I have to find (as they say out West) the low-down-no-good-guilty-varmint who passed the cold along to him.
Isn’t it ironic that with all of today’s technology no one has found a cure for the common cold?! They can treat it, but they cannot cure it. While the common cold is a widespread problem, it is one of the least of our problems. A week or two and it’s over. There are other difficulties facing us today that are of much greater complexity and consequence. If we cannot cure the common cold, how are we ever going to tackle these issues?
The bottom line is that Jesus is our only hope. “Rock of Ages cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee.” Rather than trusting in ourselves, it’s time we trust God. As one preacher put it, “He is the key to knowledge, the wellspring of wisdom, the doorway of deliverance, the pathway of peace, the roadway of righteousness, the highway of holiness, the gateway of glory. You can trust Him!”
In the good times and the bad, trust God! And now if you will excuse me, I feel a sneeze coming on.
Pastor Todd Weston