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Tomorrow morning," the famous surgeon began, "I'll be opening your
heart....."
"You'll find Jesus there!" the boy grinned.
The surgeon looked up, annoyed. "I'll CUT your heart open," he continued,
"to see how much damage has been done..."
"and when you Cut open up my heart, your gonna find Jesus in there." He
smiled.
The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly, "When I see how much
damage has been done, I'll suture your heart and chest back up and there
will be pain. Afterwards I'll plan what to do next."
"Yep and you'll find Jesus in there. The Bible says He does. The songs all
say He lives there. You'll find Him in my heart." He said this quietly now.
The surgeon suddenly stood up as HE had had enough of this. "I'll tell you
what I'll find in your heart. I'll find damaged muscle, low blood supply,
and weakened vessels. And I'll find out if I can make you well."
"Okay. You'll find Jesus in there too." The boy whispered with eyes
downcast.
The surgeon left shaking his head. What had gotten into him he wondered? Why
was he determined to crush a young child's beliefs even though they weren't
exactly his own. Even if any healing was (of course) going to be by his
hands and not Jesus! He still did care a great deal, he just wasn't sure why
it had bothered him so. He decided he had faith in himself and not in much
else and decided to shrug it off, he would fix the boy.
The surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes after the surgery,
"...Damaged arteries, damaged pulmonary vein, damaged aorta, widespread
muscle degeneration. No hope for transplant, No hope for cure. Therapy:
Complete bed rest and pain relief. Full care required. Prognosis: here he
paused, "Death Imminent."
He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said. There had to be
more. Frustrated that he could not save the boy. He shouted to the
room.....
"Hey! Why?"
"Why did You do this?" Your supposed to have put him here; so then its You
who has put him in this pain; I thought I could help him! I didn't want him
to suffer! And You've cursed him to an early death. Normally, I should have
been able to save him but nothing could have fixed this. Nothing! "Why?"
He laid his head down on his desk for a silent movement.
Quietly the Lord answered and said, "The boy, My little lamb, was Not meant
to remain with you for long, for he is a part of my flock, and will forever
be. Here, with me, he will no longer feel pain, and he will be comforted
beyond what you could now imagine."
"His parents will one day join him here, and they will know peace."
The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger & doubts were greater. Although
surprised to find his question being answered, and not quite sure he really
was hearing this he went on. "You...you created that boy and You created
that heart. He'll be dead any time. I have Never seen this much damage."
"Why?"
The Lord answered, "The boy, My little lamb, shall return to My flock, for
he has done his best. I did not put My little lamb with your flock to lose
Him but to retrieve another lost lamb......You."
Shocked to silence he knew from the look of that heart that this had to be
so.
The surgeon wept.
From the moment the surgeon sat day and night beside the boy's bed; the
boy's parents quietly sat across from him.
The boy awoke for last few moments and in a choked whispered, avoiding the
surgeons eyes asked, "Did you cut open my heart?"
"Yes, I did" said the surgeon as he reached out and brushed a small wisp of
hair from the boys forehead.
Surprised and amazingly comforted by the incredibly gentle touch he looked
up into a kind face. "What did you find?" asked the boy as his eyes began to
close and a hint of a smile touched his lips.
"I found Jesus in there," said the surgeon
heart....."
"You'll find Jesus there!" the boy grinned.
The surgeon looked up, annoyed. "I'll CUT your heart open," he continued,
"to see how much damage has been done..."
"and when you Cut open up my heart, your gonna find Jesus in there." He
smiled.
The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly, "When I see how much
damage has been done, I'll suture your heart and chest back up and there
will be pain. Afterwards I'll plan what to do next."
"Yep and you'll find Jesus in there. The Bible says He does. The songs all
say He lives there. You'll find Him in my heart." He said this quietly now.
The surgeon suddenly stood up as HE had had enough of this. "I'll tell you
what I'll find in your heart. I'll find damaged muscle, low blood supply,
and weakened vessels. And I'll find out if I can make you well."
"Okay. You'll find Jesus in there too." The boy whispered with eyes
downcast.
The surgeon left shaking his head. What had gotten into him he wondered? Why
was he determined to crush a young child's beliefs even though they weren't
exactly his own. Even if any healing was (of course) going to be by his
hands and not Jesus! He still did care a great deal, he just wasn't sure why
it had bothered him so. He decided he had faith in himself and not in much
else and decided to shrug it off, he would fix the boy.
The surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes after the surgery,
"...Damaged arteries, damaged pulmonary vein, damaged aorta, widespread
muscle degeneration. No hope for transplant, No hope for cure. Therapy:
Complete bed rest and pain relief. Full care required. Prognosis: here he
paused, "Death Imminent."
He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said. There had to be
more. Frustrated that he could not save the boy. He shouted to the
room.....
"Hey! Why?"
"Why did You do this?" Your supposed to have put him here; so then its You
who has put him in this pain; I thought I could help him! I didn't want him
to suffer! And You've cursed him to an early death. Normally, I should have
been able to save him but nothing could have fixed this. Nothing! "Why?"
He laid his head down on his desk for a silent movement.
Quietly the Lord answered and said, "The boy, My little lamb, was Not meant
to remain with you for long, for he is a part of my flock, and will forever
be. Here, with me, he will no longer feel pain, and he will be comforted
beyond what you could now imagine."
"His parents will one day join him here, and they will know peace."
The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger & doubts were greater. Although
surprised to find his question being answered, and not quite sure he really
was hearing this he went on. "You...you created that boy and You created
that heart. He'll be dead any time. I have Never seen this much damage."
"Why?"
The Lord answered, "The boy, My little lamb, shall return to My flock, for
he has done his best. I did not put My little lamb with your flock to lose
Him but to retrieve another lost lamb......You."
Shocked to silence he knew from the look of that heart that this had to be
so.
The surgeon wept.
From the moment the surgeon sat day and night beside the boy's bed; the
boy's parents quietly sat across from him.
The boy awoke for last few moments and in a choked whispered, avoiding the
surgeons eyes asked, "Did you cut open my heart?"
"Yes, I did" said the surgeon as he reached out and brushed a small wisp of
hair from the boys forehead.
Surprised and amazingly comforted by the incredibly gentle touch he looked
up into a kind face. "What did you find?" asked the boy as his eyes began to
close and a hint of a smile touched his lips.
"I found Jesus in there," said the surgeon
