I asked our worship leader, a strong young
man named Jimmy, to walk out into the surf with me and be on hand to help me
with the baptism. Not that James was all
that heavy or anything. I was honestly
just not confident that I could lift him back up out of the water. Along those lines, I also had kind of a
difficult time with the teaching. It
felt like I was all over the place. I
just couldn’t stay focused. I couldn’t
concentrate. And Chris confirmed my
suspicions on the way to lunch, when she asked if I was doing all right. She agreed that the teaching was hard to
follow and I seemed to be rambling at points.
I guess I needed the break at McAlister’s Deli with some friends. It was good to just sit at a restaurant and
watch people, er, I mean, eat my turkey melt.
And then I forgot about a couple coming
over for marriage counseling that afternoon.
That worked out fine, though. We
have been trying to get together for several months now. So I already had their
folder on my desk and ready to go. I’m
looking forward to that one. It sounds
like it will be quite an affair. Anyway,
at least I haven’t had any more of the nausea lately, and the headaches don’t seem
to last as long. The stitches site is
pretty much healed, though. Still sore
to touch. So how long does this
concussion stuff last anyway? I’m ready
to be done with it. Mondays are my busiest
days in terms of desk work. Or maybe I could
go visit one of the fire stations. Or go
fishing. Or … (Insert deep breath here with audible sigh). Guess I’d better get started.
Psalms 145:8-9 says, “The Lord is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and rich in love.
The Lord is good to all; he has
compassion on all he has made.”
Father, thank you for drawing James into
your family and back to be baptized yesterday.
Surround him with your love and protection when he heads back to
Georgia. And help him find a good church
there. Amen.
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