Sorry, couldn't resist a bad joke.
Thank you P. Who having heard my complete inability to do more than rasp this morning said, 'Hey, I have a sermon for later, how about I give it now as well?'
You are a gentleman and a scholar. Just so you know.
My throat hurts. My glands are swollen. I may be running a temperature, and I can't speak. A sort of hissing whisper comes out if I try really hard, but you have to be less than thirty centimetres away to hear it.
Come Holy Spirit, and set our hearts on fire. But could you possibly, in Your infinite wisdom, do the opposite to our throats?
Morning Pick Me Up
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