allergies = crazap*

I have allergies.  Bad allergies.  Nose running like it’s training for the Boston Marathon bad allergies.  I got slammed by the crazap today, and it got me thinking.

Why do we have allergies?  Do you think that Adam and Eve had to hit the claritin and nose spray every morning when the Tree of Life started blooming?  And without a sleeve, where did Adam wipe his nose when it started running like a sink?  Maybe that’s where the Farmer’s Handkerchief started.

I don’t think so.  I believe allergies are part of the curse that God dropped on us, the result of Adam’s sin that has made its way through the bloodlines all the way to my nose.

And when I get to heaven, I’ll be free of this curse, free of the allergies that plague me, and I will bow at the feet of Jesus.  I’ll worship his majesty, thank him for his healing and goodness, and kindly ask to see our patriarch, dear old Adam.  And then I might just punch him in the neck.  Maybe.

*crazap was the substitute word that my brother in law had to say while at Bible college, cause crap was too close to a swear word.