Sunday I had to read at church for Bob, who was home sick. He sounded sick on the phone anyway, but after reading the scripture selection appointed for that day, I got to wondering. It was from Paul's letter lst Corinthians all about fornication and not hooking up with prostitutes. I could see myself reading that to all the gray haired men and women in the congregation and even had nightmares about it the night before.
Pastor Gene was able to dig beneath the surface of that message for the kids about not messing up your body or anyone elses just as you wouldn't mess up the church with graffiti. Good level for them, I thought as the teenage girl showed me the tattoo she had made on her arm.
Most of the time you really have to dig beneath the surface when you read scripture like that. The Native Americans call our planet mother earth and creation as sacred, to be respected and cared for. How right they are. You can substitute the earth we were given to care for and not desecrate in place of talking about our bodies, which we were given to care for and not abuse. Same thing.
Michael's cold sounds worse, and makes me cringe everytime he coughs or sneezes. I've made two trips to CVS, as his symptoms have developed and hope this time I got it right. So the next thing to do is go and make him some chicken soup, I guess, since the cookies didn't cure him.
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