I am getting a man cold. My dear wife has been struggling with her petite, ladies’ cold for a few days, and I have been dutifully sympathetic. Now, my throat is raw, my stomach is “juicy”, as my kids say when they have intestinal problems, and I’m very, very tired. I preach tomorrow and Sunday, four times in all. My main concern is that my voice holds out.
So I’m asking you for two things:
1. Pity. Intense, overly dramatic pity. I am a man. I have a cold. Do the math. If something happens, I want you to know it has been a pleasure to have known you through my blog. Farewell, for I am going to a better place.
2. Prayer. Which is more important than number 1, but I think number 1 (pity) will make me feel better faster, except I can’t say that because it would get me in a lot of trouble with churchy people who have an oversized sense of humorlessness.
Pity and prayer. Is that asking too much?
For all who missed it the first time, how about a reprise of the man cold classic….