“Wow!” the nurse practitioner exclaimed as she listened to my lungs. I was actually somewhat gratified to get some kind of response — you know, that it was truly worthy of a trip to the clinic at 10:30 at night!
I mentioned in my last India blog that I had finally caught something the day of the Pastors Conference, the Tuesday before we left there. I have been struggling with it ever since — along with the jet lag — and the coughing has been getting worse and not better. I told Cheryl I would go see the doctor if I got a fever, and finally tonight at 10 I did, so I went over to the Clinic. Good time to go! There was not another soul there, so after a few lines of paperwork, I was in the Dr.’s office! A record!
Much to my chagrin, I had no fever at the Clinic (of course; isn’t it always that way?!) But the nurse said, “You are really hot for someone who doesn’t have a fever!” (Cheryl was just certain that this was a pick-up line …) However, there was something going on in my lungs, and, after a test, they discovered I tested positive for Type A flu. So — we have a culprit!
Haven’t I done this before? Gone off to India and come back sick? Isn’t this “same song, 3rd verse” or something like that? Yeah, I think I have gotten sick pretty much every time I’ve gone. What then? Not go? I don’t think so.
You see, I think it is all a part of what Jesus called “counting the cost.” Following Him involves cost. Doing evangelism and missions comes with a cost. One of those “costs” is the long plane flight. I can’t stand it: being cooped up in a way-too-small economy seat for 8 hours, perhaps a brief stop, and then almost immediately another 10 hour trip; it is maddening! Then I had to miss the Super Bowl: my favorite team was playing! I was away from my family, and my church family, and slept on a hard bed, and … got sick. Don’t get me wrong; I am not complaining. I think it is part of realistically counting the cost. Jesus didn’t say, “Don’t think anything of the cost.” He said, “Count the cost.” Counting the cost means that you know what the cost is. Obedience does involve sacrifice on our part. It is ok to know what that is; it is ok to count the cost. What matters is that after counting that cost, we come to the conclusion that obeying the Lord — and in this case sharing the gospel in a land of over 1 Billion (spell that with a “B”!) lost people — is worth whatever cost we have to pay.
Like my visit to the Clinic — it was worthy of a trip!