If I had a dime for each time I have been sneezed on, or graded a paper with “extras” on it, or had a student walk around my desk…lean in and breathe the words…two inches from my face, “Mrs. Weaver…I don’t feel so good,” I would be posting from my beach house on Maui. Germs are just one of my occupational hazards. But, even as I say, “Whoa! Buddy! Cover!”…or “Next paper with a ‘passenger’ on it gets points off!”…I’m typically smiling, or laughing, or just thinking, “Kids. Germy, but worth it.” Okay, this sounds like a pretty cutesy attempt at a devotional, I realize that. But, after my most recent sneeze shower, I thought, “Lord, thank you for not being a spiritual germaphobe.” And if anyone ever had a right to be a spiritual germaphobe, that anyone would be Jesus. Perfectly clean, free of disease and yet, He marches right into the worst pandemic the world will ever know: our sin. “God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.” II Corinthians 5:21 (NIV) – Lord, thank you for walking straight into our quarantine zone…with the cure. Because you have made us whole, we are now your carriers…armed with the remedy this sick and dying world is so desperate for. May we deliver as if lives depend on it…because they do. Holding out and onto hope, KyAnne (My Daily Disappearance)
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 11:42:41 +0000
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