I have been staring at this blank screen for minutes now. My head is stuffed up and I feel like I am under water. My poor wee brain refuses to function. I have this looming, self-imposed deadline to write this blog and so in a final attempt to break this impasse I have decided to see where a stream of consciousness article might take me.
I think much of my difficulty is due to this flu but not just the physical affects. Because I have not been well I have not been spending time with my Street Hope friends. As I sit here in verbal paralysis I recognize how very much these folks contribute to my life! No one this week has asked me a question which has caught me by surprise. No one has shared of their devastating trials or displayed the indomitable faith in the face of such challenges. I have been left alone in the poverty of my warm suburban home with its rich foods.
Now I am not crying poor me because of my illness (at least not to you I save this whine for my dear wife) but I do cry “Poor me!” at the absence of my friends who so enrich my life. At the same time I feel a sadness, for all those folks whose lives have not been richly nourished by friends like mine.
King Wenceslas was right that those who help the poor will themselves find blessing! Paul is right that it is more blessed to give than to receive! I will get better (I write in faith) and I will be with my friends again, but there are so many that do not yet know the poverty of life without the poor. I think I am guilty of keeping the good news to myself. Perhaps you can help by recommending a Wenceslas theology to your friends and I’ll try doing the same. This is the way the Gospel like the flu is spread.
I’m going to take a nap now……