Most of you are probably aware that I have three brothers (no sisters which probably explains a lot). And although we are all very fond of each other, we are, in some ways, dysfunctional. Oh, not it the normal sort of ways. There’s no rivalries, jealousies (well, maybe a little jealousy but that’s another story), none of that usual stuff. The issues with us is that we were all raised to 1) always be there for each other, and 2) be exceedingly independent. Those two traits, while admirable, can come into conflict with each other, and in my family it’s usually somewhere around the phrase “I’m feeling so much better now that I am out of the hospital.”
On Wednesday of this week, just as I was getting ready to write something completely different to you all, I got an e-mail from my brother that started out with that exact line: “I’m feeling so much better now that I am out of the hospital.” Huh, what did I miss? It seems that he had developed appendicitis over the weekend and had had it removed on Monday. He said that other than feeling like being on the wrong side in a knife fight, he was doing OK now. I should mention that this is the same brother that has been fighting cancer for the last few years. Fortunately he has an incredible wife and son to help him out, but hey, what am I, a pot of begonias?
Of course he’s not the only one in my family. There was the time that I was in the hospital for a week after getting my jaw and cheekbone broken along with a rather serious concussion. I was living in Honolulu at the time so I mentioned it to my family the next time I wrote them. And there was my mother just this last year who, at 90, broke two ribs while chasing her dog over the couch (another story) and didn’t say anything about it to anyone for two days because it happened on July 4th and she didn’t want to spoil anyone’s holiday. I guess we always figured that if a person was conscious enough to dial the phone or had enough fingers left to hold a pen, that they couldn’t be all that bad, could they?
But, you know, it occurs to me that sometimes we treat God the same way. We want to talk to him after the fact. Once we’re back on the mend. Of course, had we talked to him before we did whatever it was we did, perhaps there would be no mending needed. Philippians 4:6 says "Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.” I now that God can empathize with me when I say that I really wish my family would talk to me before or during rather than just after.
So, what’s coming up?
New Light Friday night at 7:15 to 9
Middle School Sunday School this Sunday
Spirit West Coast June 12
Mother’s Day May 8
Let me know if I left anything out or if you want anything added in.
Cheers,
Duane