Our God Had a Cough
Laying in bed, toward the end of a terrible cold. A cough is all that's left. But it's persistent.
Every 20 seconds... cough cough
Just enough to keep me from falling asleep. Just enough so that four hours later, after the 20th roll from left side, to back, to right side and back, I'm still awake. And it's three in the morning.
It was beyond frustrating. And it was me just the other night.
Also, I just realized, it was probably Jesus at some point too.
He came as a human. He got sick the same as we all do. He had trouble sleeping the same as we all do.
Our God is not distant, purely spiritual, and unaffected by the world. We worship a middle eastern guy who lived just a couple thousand years ago.
How crazy is that?
Crazy, but also cool. Because he knows our pain, even the mild, yet super annoying kind. And he's been there.
It's such a cliche point to make. We've heard it a million times. But for some reason, I never really remember it. I never really internalize it.
But I'm going to. Because the incarnation is the heart of Christianity. It’s why it is so beautiful. Our God had a cough. And he didn't like it either.