A True Story

Dogwood. 17 April 22.
Dogwood. 17 April 22.

Gene ScottA True Story

A child desperately ill with stomach cancer was at the end of his life.

Doctors had tried everything to no avail. His church assembled, laid hands on him, and prayed. A few days later they received an unexpected call from a California hospital that was trying out a new experimental drug. He flew out there with his mom and dad.  Suffered through the experiment.

It worked.

He is now in his mid-30s with hearing aids and only one kidney from chemo and radiation, but happy as he can be.

Years after his recovery I asked him if he ever talked to Jesus. He said yes, He came to me during my darkest day, in my hospital room.

What did he look like? I asked.

He looks more Jewish than in the paintings, he said, laughing.

But the light! He is covered in light. That is what you remember most.

The Light.

Matthew 28, NIV.
Matthew 28, NIV.

Balance

We complain, blame God for

Pain.

Forget to give thanks for

Pleasure.

We suffer floods, curse His name,

Forget to praise the sprouting

Grain.

Our world seethes in Yin,

While gushing gracious Yang,

Equal parts solace,

Equal parts stain.

His work, our dalliance:

The Cross Road,

Where eternal fortunes

Hang.

-- Gene Scott (20 August 21)

 

Balance
Balance

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