(Bus Episode) What should be a Christian response against biting fleas?

Fleas seem to love me. They enjoy touching my body; I mean bite. Indeed, I am clean, I believe. The insects must have come from outside, somewhere on the bus.

They attacked me three times in the last two weeks. The first thing happened in a passenger seat, where I sat during a meal break.

I got the second attack while I was on my driver's seat. Because my body was undoubtedly clean, I presumed the flea came from another driver.

I didn't know how to defend myself. Where can I be if neither driver seat nor passenger seat?

A third flea turned up while I was at a loss of what to do. I had no idea where it had jumped in me. At a certain moment, it bit me.

I was in fear of what's happening. When I asked some other drivers if they also had the same experience, they shook the head. My case was the worst.

I prayed to God. It was no holy issue for prayer, but I had to. During the prayer, I got an unexpected understanding of this happening.

As a bus driver, passengers are the neighbors for me to serve. I am driving for them.

If somebody on the bus should offer their body to fleas, it must be me. I was bitten by the fleas instead of my passengers. I protected them by offering my body to the insects.

I must be happy that my passengers are safe! I gave God wholehearted thanks.

"Oh, Lord! Thank let fleas bite me instead of passengers." And I kept praying, "Now, I command in Jesus' name, 'All fleas be gone away out of my bus forever!' " 

  

(Bus Episode) My bus driver's life not going well with Sunday worship service

Since I started a bus driver, I have not been able to keep Sunday church services sincerely. 

All drivers are supposed to work any five days a week. When Sunday is rostered to me as a working day, we can't avoid it. There's no exception, even for Christians.

When I applied for a bus driver, it was the biggest issue. I prayed to God, asking for his guidance.

The answer came through Matthew 12, which is about the Sabbath. The disciples of Jesus were hungry, so they picked to eat the heads of grain.

The problem was that the work of picking grains on the Sabbath was unlawful in terms of Jewish law. The Pharisees blamed the disciples. 

But Jesus stood behind the disciples. He went even further, healing a man with a shriveled hand. 

Jesus proclaimed, "The Son of Man is Lord of the Sabbath," and, "It is lawful to do good on the Sabbath."

I understood the Scripture to let me go for a bus driver's job. God was leading me to a bus driver's life. 

If it's true, what about Sunday church service? What if I don't observe it?

For me, serving passengers is offering a service. That's what Romans 12:1 says.

"Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship."

When I work on Sunday, I worship God on the bus. Serving passengers is my Sunday offering as a living sacrifice. 

Therefore, my worship will never stop forever. Halleluiah!