Growin' Up Gregory

Friday was tough.  Put yourself in the disciples shoes.  Your teacher, your leader, your King, has just been brutally killed.  Let me clear this up for any doubters - there is no doubt about the death of Jesus.  The duty of a Roman soldier was to ensure the victim died.  If he failed, he didn't pay a fine or go to jail a few days, he paid for it with his own life. But Saturday had to be hard as well.  Many of us have lost loved ones and you know the absolutely drained feeling of fatigue after that initial day of deep emotions and constant visits.  They had to be exhausted, stressed, and empty of patience.  On top of that, they were now in fear for their own lives.  A week later when Jesus came to them, they were behind locked doors indicating they were still worried, still scared, still confused.  But in the midst of these dark days of uncertainty, they didn't give up. How they had faith I don't know.  Most...

When I Called into work to tell them I wouldn't be coming in on Monday, April 1st, some thought it was an April Fool's joke.  Honestly, I wish it had been.  But unfortunately, the joke had been on me the day before. That Sunday morning began like most - we got up and were running behind and trying to rush and get ready for church.  But while getting ready, Britt and I both started feeling a little puny.  In her wisdom, she persuaded me that it probably would not be very beneficial to take our germs to church and spread them around some of our more "seasoned" members and the kids in Children's Church so we stayed home. While not feeling well, I didn't have much of an appetite and barely ate or drank anything all day.  That's when the fun began.  Around 11 PM, I got up, helped Britt with something, and then according to her, "went stiff as a board and belly flopped" onto the bathroom floor.  I don't remember how I got in the f...