Behealed Preacher

During worship this morning, I felt and looked like death. Three large bumps have appeared on my forehead, I am still feverishly sweaty and blizzardly chilly. I am hacking up aliens and probably smell bad too. Since I am the preacher, and my wife is out of town...I had to go to church. So, the smiley, happy, bubbly mask was applied and I took off on my Golf Cart. To ride a golf cart to worship is pretty cool, I must admit. But not even that helped my attitude, I was still being a big baby!

After winding up the sermon, we transitioned into a time of Thanksgiving prayer. Many people shared, some prayed, voices cracked, and then...God spoke. James, a blind man, burdened with MS, dependent on a wheelchair, and living alone, spoke in a quiet, weak voice. His prayer was brief and life changing for me.

"Lord, thank you for making me just the way I am. Thank You and I love You. Amen"

Well...my zits are still ugly, I smell bad, and I don't want to deal with people today, but because of James,
I am reminded of a t-shirt slogan that says,"I know I'm Special cause God don't make no Junk!!

Roll On, James...and thanks for the Sermon!