My son Jarrod never gets sick – unless he is about to hike 10 days in the Himalayan Mountains on a mission trip. He and his group of about 15 left for Napal on December 6, and are scheduled to return tomorrow (the 18th). However, just days before his departure, his temperature began to rise as his energy dwindled, giving his doctor a good reason to shoot him full of medicine. The medicine worked and off he went.
The word contagious must have been erased from my memory bank due to lack of use. But, was it really necessary that I adopt his headache and runny nose to hold him in my heart while he was trekking the mountains? I could have prayed for him and his group just fine without eucalyptus and Kleenex. And besides … on Thursday night, God gave me a more positive way to look at the word contagious from now on.
I traveled to Montgomery with my husband Thursday afternoon for a business luncheon on Friday. We went to dinner with a couple we have known for several years who attend a church we have visited before. We’ve talked “church” before, but nothing like this! Our friend, who is in his sixties, said he finally got it! They had been studying the Holy Spirit in Sunday school, and he finally understood what grace was all about. Witnessing his billowing enthusiasm lit the fuse on mine as he shared his newfound confidence in his place in heaven. He couldn’t help but share what he now felt. “Grace, humbly received, creates contagious generosity.” (Everyday Heroes)
Put another log of enthusiasm on your fire by watching this week’s video – “Jesus is My Double Portion.” Become contagious!