I'm not feeling very well today, so I'll re-run a segment of my April 2008 post, Wherein God deserves better:

For instance, right now, I'm suffering with a pretty wicked cold.

I'm not a very sickly person. I drink my Orange Juice and eat well balance meals and generally stay healthy. Hey, we all get a cold in the winter. Me too. But it's usually the kind of thing where I take a handful of DayQuil pills and go on with life. But I've got one of these awful colds where it's like I've just lost a leg. I'm tired, groggy and disoriented. The DayQuil isn't working, neither is the Alka-Seltzer tablets. Just in case this is some new springtime allergy that I've just developed, I've also swallowed a few Benadryl tablets (hence the grogginess). But still, I'm coughing and hacking and running through Kleenex like I'm building a parade float in my living room. Really, how much snot does one human being have in their body? I mean, really.

This is indeed suffering. Is it redemptive? Do I blow my nose for the Lord? It's hard to take redemptive suffering seriously when you're swilling Green Death NyQuil before your evening prayers. I'd like to think that I could use this suffering to my everlasting advantage, but as an offering to the Lord it doesn't seem to hold much gravity when I've tried to swallow any type of treatment to mitigate the suffering. But I couldn't imagine any other way to deal with this cold. This thing is a doooooooooooosy here. This is a four-alarm, batten down the hatches, full-fledged MONSTER COLD here. We're talking a Guinness Book of World Records kind of cold here. A donate my snot to science kind of cold.

Really.

"Offer it up?"

Doesn't the Almighty God deserve a better offering than these Kleenex?

You hear that, poor souls in purgatory? This head-cold's for you.

*sniff*