Apropos of nothing--or everything

I'm sick. The kind of sick that makes me want to curl up with my head in my mom's lap while she pets my hair and feeds me chicken noodle soup. Okay, my mom never did that when I was sick, but chicken noodle soup does sound good.

I hate being sick.

I did get to leave work after only having been there for three hours, though. That would have been nice if I had been in a state to really enjoy it. As it was, I came home and took a nap--which made my headache worse.

I'm not pleading for sympathy, honest.

The extra time with nothing to do but lie in bed has allowed for reflection. Last night I read the story in Matthew where Jesus described the judgement in terms of a shepherd separating sheep from goats--"The least of these"--you remember.

And it made me think about what I've been doing for the least of these, Jesus's brothers. And I realized it hasn't been much. And I thought about what James said about faith without works, and about that Rich Mullins song "Screen Door on a Submarine," and I don't like the person I'm seeing.

And it makes me think about all the people out there who are like me, who go to church and give their money to good causes and are, you know, good people--and what a sweeping difference, what a change we could make in the world if we just got out there among God's people.

I don't want to be a Sunday Christian. I want to be a follower of Christ.

I hate that I'm leaving in a month.