The Cold Caught Me

It found me in the end. Like tax-dodgers receiving a letter from Her Majesty’s Revenue & Customs or cheats caught watching TV without paying for a license, my time has come. I've had 18 months without a cold, but yesterday the National Cold Management Bureau finally caught up with me: sniffles, coughing and a night of poor sleep. There was an inevitability about my contracting one- it’s a part of life. I must have come into contact with a sufferer who inadvertently passed it on. Not only is my condition an apt picture of sin’s silent transmission, but it is itself a symptom of our fallen state. Two days ago, I was the very model of a modern major general; tonight, I am tired, lethargic, and my nose is tender from regular blowing and wiping. I’ll not be praying for healing: the Lord has already built this facility into my body. But I will remind myself that my flesh continues to suffer Adam’s curse this side of eternity. There’ll be no illnesses over Jordan, thank God.

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