How Excited Are You About Jesus?

Each week, I have the blessing of visiting hospice patients in their homes. I love them all, but I must say that my African-American patients have a way of getting this 37 year old white boy fired up. Such was the case a few weeks ago.

I was visiting one of my patients, and a friend of hers happened to be visiting her. What that meant was double the fuel and fire on this white preacher. I was sitting in a metal chair on the front porch. This style of metal chair is not intended to hold the huskiness I possess.

I was so excited about talking about the Lord that I was moving backward and forward in the chair. I talk with my hands, so that made the impact that much more powerful. I began to feel the chair give a bit, but I was determined that the chair would continue to hold me. My determination was not as strong as my weight upon the chair. There was no support from the back of the chair to the floor, so I went backward. The patient offered to hit her LifeAlert button to rescue me. When she asked if I was hurt, I said “Only my pride.”

As long as I can remember this, I will look back and laugh. If I could turn back time, I would be just as passionate about Jesus as I was then. I’ll leave you with a picture. Maybe you will laugh at least half as hard as I did.