Fever (Photo credit: Joe Seggiola)
Once, as a child, I played sick to avoid a particular confrontation that I knew was going to take place at school. My plan was foolproof: Moan a little bit, wait for the thermometer to show up, and then fake a fever using my desklamp to inflate the reading.
I may or may not have recently watched “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.” In either case, I would have been more successful in my devious effort if I had followed his advice and simply licked my palms instead of faking the fever.
My mother took the thermometer, held it up to read the temperature, — and laughed as she walked away.
“Looks like you are going to school, pal,” she called over her shoulder. “You either have a fever of 115°, or something screwy is going on around here. I’m leaving shortly. Be in the car when it leaves the driveway.”
You cannot fake the fever — not like that.
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We Methodists have a thermometer. It’s called “Vital Congregations,” and it is an indicator of church vitality. But proponents and opponents alike have made the mistake of thinking that it is the solution to our problems. Continue reading