This past week, I had the opportunity to step back from the unrelenting deluge of current events. During this time, my father underwent bypass surgery. I hope he does not mind having that event mentioned here. These procedures have almost become routine in the American healthcare landscape, but that does not mitigate the risk involved. It also does not remove from the patient’s mind, or the minds of those who love them that a crossroads is at hand. It is the eternal and universally shared contemplation about the end of life. The clock marches steadily toward the hour of surgery; that unique period in time when one knows that life will continue or not.
To those of us watching from the sidelines, it seemed as if my father approached surgery with fearless confidence. My mother was also rock solid as these events unfolded. They, along with my siblings and I, share a common faith in what comes hereafter. Our faith provides us with peace, knowing that when we relinquish our life in this world, life is only just beginning, thanks to the gift of forgiveness made possible by the sacrificial death of Jesus Christ. Our loved ones simply pass on to a better place; however, we selfishly desire to keep them close for as long as possible
God granted us our desire and has arranged for my father to stay in our lives for a longer period. He has endured the postoperative challenges and is now home once again; ready to follow his doctor’s instructions, so that he can continue to bless anyone lucky enough to cross his path.
I have once again looked at the challenges facing us in America and in the rest of the world. One cannot help but sense an apprehension in the air. Life continues, but just below the surface, is an expectation that the other shoe is about to drop. It is like facing surgery, knowing that a serous event is approaching, but also understanding that we will likely pull through. If God had not given people that ingrained sense of optimism, humankind might have crumbled long ago.
The challenge for me is to keep that perspective as I watch idiotic behaviors in government and society. Just as I have faith in the assurance of the hereafter, I need to look beyond the current events, which drive me nuts every day. Many people have that ability, and I hope to seek it out for my own benefit.
Just as a surgeon can reach into a man’s chest and route life enabling blood around gooey blockages in coronary arteries, I pray that good people will bypass blockages in the affairs of this country. Such problems are becoming clear to many more people these days. I am hopeful that a process will soon be undertaken to rescue this great country from a disease, which has been at work for many years. Maybe that other shoe does not have to drop after all.
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