I wanted to go to church last night, but it is only safe to go when it is under 80 degrees and softly raining. The pollen count has to be in the green zone.
The day was overcast and it looked like it could rain at any time. But the email I received yesterday said the pollen count would be in the yellow zone.
I went to a different allergy website and it was still in the yellow zone.
I typed in the zip code of my home town and still got the yellow zone.
Fifteen minutes later, I went back to the website and typed in the zip code of the town my home church is in and where the service was to be held. It still said yellow zone.
I was kicking against the goads.
Acts 9:5, “And Saul said, Who are You, Lord? And He said, I am Jesus, Whom you are persecuting. It is dangerous and it will turn out badly for you to keep kicking against the goads [to offer vain and perilous resistance].” Amplified Bible
A goad was a stick with a pointed end used to prod animals along.
“The metaphor of an ox, only driving the goad deeper by kicking against it, is a classic one, and here forcibly expresses, not only the vanity of all his measures for crushing the Gospel, but the deeper wound which every such effort inflicted upon himself.” Critical and Explanatory Commentary, Vol. II
By the fourth time I checked the pollen count, I was depressed and battling self-pity. Normally, I read the email, accept the restriction, and plan something to do during that time.
I spent those hours watching “High Chaparral” while I finished my grocery list, mended and embroidered on a quilt square. I enjoyed myself because I completed my tasks for the day and had time to sew…
…In spite of the fact it started raining an hour after my family left!