For what it is worth, here is one of the Psalms I wrote for tomorrow's sermon:
A Psalm of lament for the illnesses a lot of us have been suffering this winter:
O Lord, why has thou forsaken us?
Our throats are sore and our noses full.
We cry out to you, “Why Lord, why ---hack, cough, hack---?!”
Pneumonia, bronchitis – yea, even pleurisy
Have stricken us; oh how the mighty have fallen.
Surely your goodness and mercy will rescue us
From the depths of Robitussin.
O Lord have mercy upon those of us who drag
Through the day and yet receive no sleep through the night.
We search for answers Lord, and yet you are the one who commanded,
“Never kiss your honey, when your nose is runny.
You may think it’s funny…But it’s not.”
I kill me.
I swear, if I were even half as funny as I think I am, I would be making millions on the circuit right now.