Sorry for being missing in action. I played a charity softball game, and our softball team was in serious need of charity. We were old, slow, and out of practice, so we were out in the field for the first inning for a half hour or more. The second inning wasn’t too bad, but the third inning was another long one. It was 92 degrees and humid.
I don’t go out in the sun much because a little sunshine can cause GVH, where my replacement immune system attacks first my skin and then, if not controlled, my organs after that.
This was a charity softball game, so I slathered myself in 100-SPF sunblock and played with everyone else.
In the middle of the third inning I had to walk off the field because of the heat. I tried to drive home, but the car wouldn’t accelerate right. It took me three tries to accelerate and almost a minute before I realized I was hitting the brake rather than the accelerator. I was still alert enough to figure out that this was a really bad sign and that I shouldn’t be driving.
I parked under a tree and turned the air conditioning to maximum, but that made me so sleepy I knew I had to do something. I was a little scared to just go to sleep with the car running, so I set a text to one of my friends on our happy but pitiful softball team.
Amazingly, he and his wife volunteered to drive me over an hour back to my home in Memphis. He drove my car, and his wife followed in theirs. They put me in bed, then drove and hour and a half to their home.
I have really good friends.
I didn’t recover until Thursday (three days ago). On Wednesday, Vanderbilt called me up to tell me that they had checked my “titers” (no idea what that is) and that three of my immunizations didn’t take. I needed to be re-immunized.
I got that done on Thursday. I don’t know whether my body thought I had Hepatitis-B or the flu, two of the immunizations I got, but I was horribly sick on Friday.
It’s Sunday morning, and I seem to be recuperated. I have about 15 blogs in my mind from laying around exhausted all week, but I haven’t had the energy or time to write any of them.
Nor have I only been laying around. I have been in two very important church meetings to help a couple brothers, one back at Rose Creek Village, an hour and a half away. I had to go into work to get our end of month done while my bookkeeper was on vacation, and while I was at it I did interviews for a marketing job for our fledgling publishing company.
So that’s my excuse for not blogging as well as a little insight into the somewhat stressful and very wonderful life that I live.
Here’s another insight into my life, the result of one of those church meetings I mentioned. I posted this on Facebook, but it really ought to be a blog. This is actually the result of two meetings, one with the church, and one with the brother who needed help.
Here’s the story as I posted it on Facebook:
Many centuries ago, the churches did not allow actors. This was not because acting itself is a terrible thing to do but because of what acting was in Greek theaters. Boys were raised to be effeminate so that they could play women when they were older. The whole field was inherently immoral.
One Christian man was a trainer of actors and he asked the church whether he could be a teacher as long as he did not act or participate in the immoralities of his profession. The church wasn’t sure what to do so they wrote to Cyprian, the bishop of Carthage. This was in the 250’s.
Cyprian told them that if acting was wrong, then it was wrong to train actors as well. But that is not the end of the story.
Cyprian told the church there that they needed to support this man until he could find a new job. Then he told them that if they did not have the resources to do so, they could send the man to Carthage, and the church at Carthage would support him.
I have always loved that story, but this morning I had the possibly once-in-a-lifetime privilege of sending a similar letter. In order to extricate a brother from a business that is crushing him, we are going to get involved, fix a couple financial problems, and get him out of the business. I got to write the church not far from here, ask them not charge him rent for two months, and to offer the services of the church here in Memphis to take care of all his other expenses and needs until we can get him into his new job.
Very cool. Those who don’t know history are condemned to repeat it, but sometimes those who do know history get to repeat it to the glory of God.