You'll find Jesus!
"Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began, "I'll open
up your heart..."
"You'll find Jesus there," the boy interrupted.
The surgeon looked up, annoyed. "I'll cut your
heart open," he continued, "to see how much damage has
been done..."
"But when you open up my heart, you'll find Jesus
in there."
The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly.
"When I see how much damage has been done, I'll sew your heart
and chest back up and I'll plan what to do next."
"But you'll find Jesus in my heart. The Bible
says He lives there. The hymns all say He lives there. You'll find
Him in my heart."
The surgeon had had enough. "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."
"You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there."
The surgeon left.
The surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes
from the surgery, "...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein,
widespread muscle
degeneration. No hope for transplant, no hope for cure. Therapy:
painkillers and bedrest. Prognosis:, " here he paused, "death
within one year." He stopped the recorder, but there was more
to be said. "Why?" he asked aloud. "Why did You do
this? You've put him here; You've put him in this pain; and You've
cursed him to an early death. Why?"
The Lord answered and said, "The boy, My lamb,
was not meant for your flock for long, for he is a part of My flock,
and will forever be. Here, in My flock, he will feel no pain, and
will be comforted as you cannot imagine. His parents will one day
join him here, and they will know peace, and My flock will continue
to grow."
The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter.
"You created that boy, and You created that heart. He'll be
dead in months. Why?"
The Lord answered, "The boy, My lamb, shall return
to My flock, for he has done his duty: I did not put My lamb with
your flock to lose him, but to retrieve another lost lamb."
The surgeon wept.
The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed; the boy's parents
sat across from him.
The boy awoke and whispered, "Did you cut open
my heart?"
"Yes," said the surgeon.
"What did you find?" asked the boy.
"I found Jesus there," said the surgeon."
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