It Started with a Cough

I can’t stand idleness. Each day must be accounted for. If it’s cleaning a room or phoning up a church member, it’s time well spent. Yet today I’ve been abed. 17 hours of laying down and I’m still as tired as ever. It may be a mild dose of the virus which shall not be named, or it may be some other, run-of-the-mill ailment, clamouring for some attention. So today has been entirely wasted and perchance tomorrow shall be also. I’m reminded of the apostle’s words in Romans 7:15: 

For what I am doing, I do not understand. For what I will to do, that I do not practice; but what I hate, that I do.
 
Sin destroys our ambitions for goodness, it mutilates our desire for righteousness, it confines us to the beds of laziness and spiritual poverty. 
 
Thank God for the gospel, and Christ’s resurrection power:
 
“Awake, you who sleep, Arise from the dead, And Christ will give you light.”

Ephes. 5:14

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