Saturday December 20, 2008
Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective. James 5:16.
Well, here’s a downer for this weekend. Perhaps my sickness is a result of my sins against others. I’m sure that there are some people that I have hurt that I’m unaware of, but as Ann is fond of saying, we try to keep short accounts with sin and dirt. If anyone out there is listening and has a complaint against me I am only too willing to confess it, especially if it means I can dump this disease! However, even if this sickness is not a result of my thoughtlessness, I’m still ready for a trek to the confessional.
But now a grandson story. Luciano is almost two and is developing a vocabulary including a slow calamitous sounding “oh no” when something goes wrong. Yesterday, four of us were minding him—which means none of us was really sure what he was up to—until an “oh no” came from the dining room. There he was seated on the table having poured himself a generous portion—the whole jug—of orange juice into nothing in particular. It was running in all directions across the table and fanning out to all points of the compass across the floor.
Naturally, there was a suitable commotion, swishing and swiffering for the next ten minutes or so until the mess was cleaned up and only a residual stickiness remained. But during the clean up, Luciano again appeared, slipped on the wet floor and the back of his head met the floor. In a fine example of poetic justice, he was miserable for about the same length of time it took to clean up. Here’s one case of physical trauma that could probably have been healed with a little confession!