Touched in the Head

Most of you who know me have probably wondered if I’ve been touched by an angel or merely touched in the head! ;-) Yes, I’ve wondered that myself.

Recently I read a joke that made me laugh, because I recognized the truth in it:

“Why is it when we talk to God we're said to be praying — but when God talks to us, we're said to be schizophrenic?” (Lily Tomlin)

I won’t claim that God talks to me. He probably does, but I pretend it’s just my imagination, so as to appear normal. Occasionally, I do sense God’s presence. Yet, every time I admit that out loud, I cringe inwardly.

 

My reluctance reminds me of the Apostle Peter who denied knowing Jesus. Unlike Peter, I’m not in any danger of persecution. I’m just worried about dying from embarrassment.