Yea, I'm sick. And everytime I get sick, I'm intrigued by how people respond to me. Some recoil and sit on the opposite side of the room (you know who you are!). And I get it; I really do. I wish I hadn't caught this from my family, but would I have given up the opportunities to rub their backs or snuggle with them to warm them up? Nah, I don't think so.
But that's family. When it comes to co-workers or church members or friends, it's easier to recoil. And maybe, just maybe, that's the last thing a sickie needs. A kind touch, a pat on the back, an empathetic "oh, you poor baby; what can I do?" sounds pretty good to me right now.
What would Jesus do? He was fully God and fully human, so he probably didn't relish the thought of getting the flu (swine or any other kind) or a virus or any other contagious germ. Funny that we have no record of him being sick in the Bible. "Oy, Ma! More chicken soup!" (he was a man, after all, and ladies, we know how most guys act when they're sick).
But anyway, what would Jesus do if he encountered sickies? It's something (hack, hack) I want us to think about--especially since we're entering what may be the nastiest flu season ever.
Gotta go...Sudafed calls.