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Not a Manic Monday

I normally love Mondays. Where many people dread Mondays, I love them. No, it's not because of Monday Night Football, although I like that aspect of Mondays. I take Mondays off. So while most of the world is stepping back into the world of work-related woes, I sleep in, exercise, and hang out with children, my children. But not today...

Today I work, in order to make up for the time I'll be off later this week. It's not being at work that bothers me. I love my job, my ministry. But because of this past weekend's ice and wind, my home is left without water. What is it about a lack of power and water that makes us feel less human? I get that I'm used to having what we refer to as essentials in life. I get that this is an inconvenience. But I'm not less human. I'm not even dirty, as I used a shower over in our church parsonage.

Have I somehow equated certain activities, like being able to flush a toilet, with my being human. A brief reminder of history will show that most people have never showered, flushed, or run tap water like we do today. So why do I allow little things to affect me so?

Disclaimer; if this makes no sense at all, don't comment. I may be fighting a fever and thus, not functioning properly. This will be a good time to write a sermon.

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