Raising the Dead

BE WARNED ... THIS IS A CRAPPY STORY!

We're having the best conversation and don't want to interrupt for the distraction of cooking so we keep talking.

It's an intimate, good talk and we're sharing things we never have.

Far after normal we decide it's time to eat, settle on where and rush out for a bite and continued conversation.

It's nice.

Returning home we watch a delightful move ... "Life's a Breeze" ... filmed in Ireland ... where we visited last year.

Then we're tired and it's bed time so ... stay up a little while longer.

THEN ...

Somewhere around 3 in the morning ... Sarah snuggles beside me ... but something's not quite right.

First off I'm sweating and I'd already done that when we went to bed and stayed up longer ... now I'm sweating in my sleep!

Second of all I'm not having any dreams of events, activities or things that would make me sweat.

I find this bothersome.

THEN ...

My belly starts talking ... and it's not the good kind ... it's the gurgling, rumbling, discomforting sort of dialogue you avoid at all cost.

Leaping out of bed ... I take little tiny steps to the bathroom.

THEN ...

It hits the fan.

Repeatedly.

My first thoughts are "I wonder who did this to me?" ...  "Could it have been that greasy burger, baked potato and slimy salad I had for supper?" ... "Maybe it was the Onion Rings, Fried Shrimp, Cheese and Bread and Brunswick Stew I had for lunch?"

It couldn't have been breakfast.

I don't eat breakfast.

THEN ...

The funniest thing happens.

"I can't be sick," I think, "I have to play at the Nursing Home today."

They would just die if I didn't show and ... as everybody knows ... especially the people who live in one ... there's WAY TOO MUCH dying in Nursing Homes.

THEN ...

And ... to quote my dear friend Guy Sayles ... America's greatest pastor ... well until he recently quit ... "I don't know ... but I believe."

It's just hard to NOT LOVE GUY SAYLES!

THEN ...

I'm fine.

It's like God reaches down, touches me and says, "Those people are important and you have to go ... so BE HEALED!"

And I was.

Climbing back in bed I surround myself with Sarah and peacefully sleep.

And you can bet everything you got to bet ... today's show at the Nursing Home is going to raise the dead.

Or at least keep them from dying for one more day.

It's a funny story ... a very true one ... one people don't normally share ... but ... there's something about raising the dead that raises you too.