It has been days (or has it been years) since I have enjoyed a sneeze free day. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage told me it is simply that time of the year and I should learn to deal with it. “After all,” she opined, “you’re not going to die.”
I would not mind an occasional sneeze every now and then. For example I could live with a simple “aah-choo,” and be done with it. But, oh no, my nose has different ideas about the whole thing.
It is what I call the unholy Trinity. It goes something like this.
Each sneeze tries to outdo the previous one. I can never sneeze one time, it always has to be in multiples of three.
Just the other night I was responding to nature’s call as I normally do and was just about ready to get back into bed when my nose realized what was happening and called forth three mighty sneezes.
Not only did it bring me to full awake status, but also the lady sleeping in my bed was aroused to full alertness, and yelled, “What happened?”
I live by one basic rule. Never wake up grouchy.
Being in such desperate straits, I decided to take the orange juice regimen. For one whole day, I drank as much OJ as I possibly could get down. For a while, it seemed to work, but then the inevitable raised its ugly head. Everybody knows when you drink as much OJ as I have been drinking there comes the necessity to go to the bathroom.
I got to the bathroom, just in time, and in midstream, I had a ferocious attack of the sneezes. When the storm subsided, the bathroom looked like the aftermath of Hurricane Charley. I tried explaining this to my wife but she only crossed her arms, looked at me and raised her eyebrows in a way I knew she did not buy what I was saying.
While I was still in this sniffling sneezy stuffy condition, I ran into a friend of mine. It is hard to hide your condition when all you are doing is sneezing and sniffling. He understood, of course, and then offered me his expert medical advice.
“I have found the perfect cure for your condition.”
You would think by this time I would have learned my lesson, but I was feeling so down I was grasping at straws.
“When I get what you have I always take a laxative regimen.”
Had I been in my right mind and had my mind been clear I would have considered this as stupid advice. However, being in the condition I was in it somehow it sounded plausible.
“This laxative regimen,” he explained, “flushes all the poison contributing to your condition out of your system.”
Either, my friend had never tried the remedy himself or, he had forgot to warn me about a very serious side effect. One sneeze can trigger a flush. Don’t ask me how I know.
In the midst of all of this nonsense, my bleary, teary eyes rested on an old familiar friend. It is found in Psalms 103:1 (King James Version), “Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.”
I discovered one good thing about sneezing in public. People are always kind enough to say, “God bless you.”
Ah, it’s a wonderful world … Aaaah Chooo!
“God bless you.”
Rev. James L. Snyder is pastor of the Family of God Fellowship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with his wife, Martha, in Silver Springs Shores. Call him at 1-866-552-2543, 352-687-4240 or e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org. His website is www.jamessnyderministries.com. The church website is www.whatafellowship.com.