Baptism in Tears
So, imagine this. I tentatively open back up Soul Davidian. I then get caught up in the injustices of no indictments for either the shooting death of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri, or in the chokehold death of Eric Garner in Staten Island, New York.
It’s more than my soul could bear.
No surprises, really…just profound disappointment.
It may have taken a toll on me, for no sooner do I think these thoughts than I’m suddenly downed by the flu. I’ve never had it this bad!
I mean, I’m talking about staying in bed all day Saturday! I couldn’t even reach for my TV remote control, that’s how weak I felt. I couldn’t even contemplate going down my stairs, the effort that would take my aching bones.
I’m running high temperatures and stuffed up with all kinds of unholy ailments. My stomach grumbles in hunger, but even the thought of eating makes me nauseous.
Sunday comes, and I’m starting to get an appetite. I make it down the stairs and draw the curtains to let the sunshine in.
I’m so sick I forgot to mark the anniversary of “We’ll Always Have Verona!” 🙂
Monday comes, and my temperature is back to normal, and I’m eating a full breakfast. Still a bit shaken, some leftover cold, but I can still make it to work.
On my way home, I realize I haven’t played any Christmas carols yet, and it’s the season.
I immediately turn to Christmas from the Heart, and The Voice washes over me with “Joy to the World.”
And that does it for me, dear Soul Davidians.
“And wonders…and woooonders….ooooof…hiiiis….his…loooooooooooooooooove”
What is it about the way he draws out the word “Love”?
It poured out over me, and the first tears I’ve shed since all this horrible news in the world unfolded on us and since overcoming one of my nastier sick spells.
The tears flowed while I drove all the way home, and when I felt safe enough inside my home, I just sobbed. And continued to sob some more with “Silent Night” and “O Holy Night.” and “The Little Drummer Boy” from Verona.
Baptized in tears, my healing has begun.