It makes no sense to say “only God will decide” when we are making choices every day that either prolong “staying alive” or lead to physical death sooner.
In November I had an overnight hospital stay (I’m fine, nothing serious, thanks for asking.) By evening visiting hours, my light was already dimmed for the night, my curtain partially drawn. After a very early surgery that morning, I was ready for sleep. But instead, inescapably, I was front row centre to a discomfiting succession of spectacles. And an applause-worthy finale!
Jesus had just spat in the blind man’s eyes and laid his hands on him. So Jesus lays his hands on him again. Now he sees clearly – but it required two treatments. Vision is a central concern in many of the miracles done by Jesus.
All of us at one point or another need to go to a drug store, pick up some pills that our doctor prescribed and ingest them to treat a medical problem.
I cajoled my spouse into taking me to a presentation with the catchy title “In Search of Happiness: Is there a secret to feeling content?” It was held at the University of British Columbia, my spouse’s former stomping ground. The event was offered to alumni and their guests.
About a week ago I was admitted to our local hospital because of a stroke. I never lost consciousness, but I definitely experienced a slow down. After four days I was home again, but in need of restoration.
Immediately following this pleasurable feast, I began to feel tightness in my chest, pain in the middle of my back and shallow breathing. I knew the symptoms and announced, “This is it, I’m having a heart attack!” I pulled over and sat in the passenger seat while my friend drove me to the hospital emergency room.
Q. For three years now I have been telling myself I need to see a therapist, but I cannot seem to make an appointment. I feel shut down, numb and flat and I am beginning to wonder if there is something wrong with me.
It’s Saturday. I’m still in my pajamas at three in the afternoon, fresh bread on the counter, the boys down for a nap. I’m scrolling through my news feed on Facebook when I discover a TED Talk featuring “the Ugliest Woman in the World” and how she’s found happiness.
There’s no doubt, Christmas hurts the waistline.
When did you last see a glorious sunrise or sunset? When did you laugh so hard your insides rebelled? Have you taken a young child to the park lately, and heard her cries of delight?
I think life has finally caught up to me and I have to face reality. My mother had a stroke and needs care. I understand that. What I do not understand is my fear of pain and suffering, something I never shared with anyone.