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Saturday, February 22, 2014

The Waiting room


Ephesians 2:8-9 For by grace you are saved through faith, and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God; 9 it is not from works, so that no one can boast.

From the time we were kids we have hated waiting rooms. Those rooms are where you wait for the inevitable shot. Nothing brings more imaginative pain to a child than the moment between waiting and finally seeing the man in the white coat enter with his obligatory apologetic smile that had you waiting. While he was trying to catch up on his rounds you were left to worry about the pain  of the shots. So you waited. 

Every year goes by and the association with waiting rooms goes on. You do everything to avoid that room. Exercise, good well balance habits, are just some of the things we do to avoid that dreadful room. When all else fails and you get tired of listening to your spouse reminding you to see your doctor, you go. The symptoms you thought was just an ordinary cold keeps hanging on. You finally take your spouses advice and head to that dreadful waiting room, all the long hanging on to hope that your doctor would tell you 'it's just a cold' and send you home.

So you enter that waiting room where you wait still remembering the pain of this room when you were a child. When the doctor in the white lab coat comes in he looks you over before deciding to order some blood work. 

 He leaves again and you wait some more before the nurse comes in with the cart you jokingly refer to as the blood cart.. The nurse tries to alleviate your fears not realizing that the pain you associated with this room first began when you were a mere child. The nurse presses your arm while looking for a good vein to get a good sample. You grimace while clenching your eyes shut trying to block out the pain of the needle prick. Before you know it the process was done. They got their sample. 

You worry and you wait some more. You try to pass the time with old People's magazines sitting beside you.  While your eyes are glossing over the words your mind dwells on the worry of the unknown. 'What if it isn't just an ordinary cold, you ask yourself? You try to stay positive by shrugging off  any such notions that it isn't anything else but a cold. You wait. Waiting and worrying are often your constant companions in this room.

There will come a time when all of us will receive some dreaded news in this room. News we never planned to received. You mapped out your entire life in your mind: Graduate from high school, attend college to learn a skill, meet a girl and fall in love, take the dream career job, have some children, raise them to adulthood, retire with the woman you fell in love with and take trips with her until your body becomes too old and fragile and forces  you to move into assistant living. News you never planned to receive often sabotages those plans. 

But there is good news. When Jesus took his last breath on the cross he said 3 magical words that gave hope to all of us. 'It is finished' reminds us that no more do we have to sit before the judgement seat watching our lives being judged each word, deed or action at a time. It is finished are stamped on each of us because of the price Jesus Christ paid for each of us.   We get to skip all of the unknowns, uncertainties because of what Jesus did for us on the cross.

The next time you find yourself relentlessly waiting in that room you have always associated with pain, remember that Jesus assures your future. No matter what diagnosis is given Jesus reminds you that when this life is over you will be ushered into a new heavenly home with a brand new heavenly body, not ravished with pain, sickness, and decay. When you take your final breath before closing your eyes to this world your next breath will be in heaven where you will gasp of the beauty that no words can describe. You will take in fresh air of heaven while running to your Savior and Lord Jesus Christ who gives you a hug and welcomes you home.

Life is often uncertain, but having Christ in your heart gives us assurance of the things to come.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Mile Markers of grief


Ezekiel 34:12
As a shepherd looks after his scattered flock when he is with them, so will I look after my sheep. I will rescue them from all the places where they were scattered on a day of clouds and darkness.

I must admit that this has been a hard week in terms of coping with the grief and loss of my daughter.  Places I was at brought back  reminders of our little girl. As we watched the Olympic games from Soichi, Russia I could not help but reflect on earlier Olympic moments sitting on the couch with my family of four with a couple of bowls of popcorn enjoying the festivities of those opening ceremonies. 

I remember how we would give Maria her nebulizer treatments during those ceremonies so when we put her to bed she could just go to sleep. I recalled doing her much needed therapy stretches of her left leg and foot remembering if we were diligent enough with this that just maybe we could bring her to adulthood without need of the usual surgery they often do with kids with Cerebral Palsy. Just like Peyton Manning probably did following his team's worst Super bowl loss ever I second guess all of my decisions and wondered where things had fallen apart.

Every day there are people who die for no reason at all other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time.  While their loved one is in heaven the family is left behind trying to make sense of the senseless tragedy. Grief and sorrow become constant companions who never want to leave your side. Moments come where you walk into a public place and see a person that looks markedly like your love one leave you crying. As our Children's Pastor and first responder the night our daughter died reminded us, "there are going to be many Maria's in life that will remind you of your daughter." 

 I wished I had a magic formula that would wipe the slate clean or when tragedy strikes offer you a 'do over' moment where you simply step into your time capsule, set the date you want to go back to in order to remind your loved one to take a different path or make that crucial medical decision that would save your loved ones life, but I can't. 

Life doesn't work that way. Death will come to loved ones we know and somehow the grief we enter into must be traveled until the light we see at the end of our period of prolong sorrow.  One thing I do know is  we have a Savior who wants to walk with you on your journey of grief. Jesus Christ was there for me the moment my daughter died. Jesus reminded me in Scripture that he would never leave me, nor forsake me. Whenever I cried, Jesus cried.  When I was too weak to walk some days Jesus picked me up and carried me until there were only one set of footprints in the sand. Jesus reminded me to keep looking forward and each Sabbath day honor Him with my presence in church. In the beginning you will not likely sing and you may end up crying where everyone is praising,  but I promise you that if you keep walking with Jesus things will get better and in time God will begin to use you in the lives of others just entering their period of forlorn sorrow.

I was able to cherish moments of joy watching these Olympic opening ceremonies. As I watched each country make their appearance I would focus on the incredible joy on their faces as they undoubtedly exclaimed, "we made it!"  That same expression is heard by our loved ones as our Savior Jesus Christ wraps his arms around our loved ones and exclaims to them, "welcome home."