Recently, I returned from a 5-day trip that involved a two and a half hour flight each way. The day after the return flight home, I sat in my doctor’s office. Tonsillitis. As my doctor washed her hands, wiped down her word processor and pen, I asked if I needed to hang a sign around my neck. Unclean. Or whether I needed to wear a bell, announcing my approach. She didn’t think so.
Truth is, I was contagious. Armed with antibiotics, I wondered who I might have contracted the illness from. I concluded it might have been the toddler on the flight out, who sneezed all over me as I read Kyle Idleman’s book, Not a Fan.
There is really no way to know where the germs came from, and it really doesn’t matter. What mattered now was to let the people I had been in close contact with, know I had tonsillitis. Just in case I had exposed them to the infection. On the trip, I had visited my almost 93-year-old mother, Sissy and Chief, my nephew and his wife, and their two pre-schoolers. (Did you know there are McDonald’s restaurants that have talking trashcans? They tell you, “Thank you.” when you throw your trash away. I never knew…I told my trashcan he was welcome.)
Having tonsillitis, and being contagious, got me to thinking. Am I contagious for Christ? When I am around other people, do I help lead them to Jesus? Do they “catch” something good from being with me?
Or is it be the other way around? Do I spread toxic attitudes and lead them further away? Hmmm.
As far as I am aware, none of the people I came in close contact with caught tonsillitis. That’s a good thing. But, did they catch anything positive from being around me?
Something to think about.
What are your thoughts on the subject?
I wish you well.
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