Love

I hated to miss church yesterday; it is a horrible way to begin a week, but I simply could not bear to sit up for that long on one of those straight backed pews. The injured discs in my spine let me know their displeasure at the bones pressing down on the network of nerves located there by periodically emanating searing pain from the middle of my back down both my arms. My right arm is especially hard hit with the pain going into my hand which is tingly numb most of the time.

I’ve quit taking any form of medication preferring a clear mind rather than a dulled one that has been muddled up with the combination of pain killers and muscle relaxers that they’ve prescribed. When these episodes erupt I find it quite impossible to type or sit at a computer, or do much of anything but lie flat on my back. When I have no pressure on my spine such as is experienced with standing or walking I do not feel the pain in my arms as much which is the worst of it.

I am one of those people who hates television, but with nothing to do but read I’ve begun watching it. I was surprised at how far it has degraded since I last watched it. I cannot understand how anyone with moderate intellect can sit in front of it for any length of time. The regular shows are idiocy and the movies for the most part are violent and filthy. Football is gone and TV is devoid of anything but bad news and Obama.

I’ve spent a great deal of time in prayer and in studying the Bible and it is proving to be the most enjoyable part of my days. I am anxiously waiting for February fourth whereby I can get this operation over with and get on the mend.

Today I’m going for a ride and possibly a short walk to break the boredom and to do something other than stay bedridden. I have to speak at prison ministry events on Saturday in Gadsden County and then Sunday night at Thomas County prison up the road near Thomasville Georgia with my old Sunday school class.

A friend came by to see me and all but demanded that I not go to these events. He asked how in the heck I thought I would manage speaking when I cannot even go to church. I told him that I would be standing through the 20-30 minutes it takes to give my testimony and then I would go back to the motel and lay down until the afternoon session on Saturday and will leave right after I speak on Sunday night. I will manage through the power of God.

I’m reminded of the Apostle Paul who suffered 39 lashes on five separate occasions, being beaten with rods on three, stoned once, shipwrecked twice, jailed numerous times under horrid conditions, horribly beaten, bitten by a poisonous snake, ridiculed by his friends and enemies, and yet he continued boldly preaching the Gospel right up to the day Nero ordered that he be beheaded. If that is not enough of an example then I need only look to Jesus Christ who endured more on our behalves than anyone. I suppose that if he could endure all of that because of His unbelievable love for us I can suck up a little back pain and speak for a few minutes out of my love for Him.

Please pray that those events will lead lost souls to our Lord Jesus.

Romans 8:18

Yet what we suffer now is nothing compared to the glory he will reveal to us later.

January 26, 2015 – Click here to listen

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