....I got up at 4:30 in the morning, and ate one half of a banana and took Tylenol. I felt somewhat better, so I did go to church (though a little later than usual). I kept to myself all morning and started writing my sermon for Sunday, which will be a monologue called "Bystander." I do think it was one of those 24 hour things, but I am going to bed pretty soon.
I'm feeling bad about losing the day, because there are shut ins I need to see. Not that they want to see me if I'm sick. I know that.
I am trying to remember what Paul said, about God bringing Easter. It's true.
I did a little Jazz Preaching this afternoon, at a small church service I lead once a month. There was a new person at the service today, a little African American lady named Margie, who nodded at everything I said, and even said, "Amen" a couple of times. It made me want to go on and on. I talked about the two parades on Palm Sunday, Jesus' and Pilate's, and which one are you going to be in? Which kingdom do you want to be a part of? And when you think about the first parade, don't forget the one on Friday, the lonely one. That's the one where the only followers were soldiers, and bystanders, and mockers. But that's the one that brings us life.
After the service, I stayed a little longer than usual, talking to Margie, who has been a missionary to Africa and China. She plans to go again. She says that God always provides the money somehow.
Thank you for your prayers.