Psalm 54:2. Hear my prayer, O God; give ear to the words of my mouth.
Aye Friends is Friday! The weekend cometh! The ole fella is alive, but just barely kicking. I read the obits and didn’t see my name or picture, so I just sang, ‘Glory Hallelujah!’ That means I have at least one more day on Mother Earth to enjoy some more of our God’s great mercies that He sends out new every morning. And I’m so thankful, grateful and happy. I’m also seeing you all dancing down the road, joyfully singing: ‘TGIF! Thank God it’s Friday, Thank God it’s Friday!’ So, since it looks like all of us grateful to be alive, let’s chant our Friday Chant then, to the tune of’ ‘I Feel Pretty.’ All together now: ‘Oh Lord, thanks for getting me safely through another week of work! It hasn’t been easy, but with your generous help, I made it through. Now, please help me to get sufficient fun, fellowship, rest and relaxation in these two short days off, so that I can be renewed and refreshed in soul, body and mind, to go back out and do it all over again next week, furthering your glorious kingdom with each step I take. I pray this in Jesus name. Amen.’ Yes mih people the ole fella sitting down here in the Toronto General Hospital, by the big plate glass window looking out on Hospital Row: Princess Margaret Cancer Hospital directly opposite; Mount
Sinai to the south of that and Sick Kids, the world renowned children’s hospital to the south of TGH. I’ve just finished having breakfast, or what passes for that in the royal suite (smile), a private room, quiet and far from the madding crowd. My boss lady Evelyn (nurse) has already gotten me up and had me walk around the corridor. Oh Friends, I can’t complain about the treatment, because it’s been royal all the way. I guess the Good Lord has been putting it in their hearts to bless me. To which I exclaim: ‘Thank you Lord!’. I can laugh and talk now, but last night when the pain hit me, it was a different story. Now usually I pride myself on being able to handle pain, but mih breddren, when this one hit me, all I could do was moan and groan. Although I was full of pain killers, that mattered not, the bladder cramping just overrode it all. In the midst of all that though, the two nurses on duty, Sue and Millie, took great care of me. I sincerely ask the Lord to bless them for that. Sorry the Bit is so late, but my big daughter in her security conscious self, locked up my bag with my Bible and computer in the hospital cupboard, then we couldn’t get it opened until later. That’s probably the Lord moving in His usual mysterious way, because I doubt I would have been able to write anything sensible early in the morning. I don’t even know what time it is now, since it appears that someone took or stole the clock out of the room. That’s not important though cause I don’t have anywhere to go except right here. Ah mih people, unfortunately I didn’t get my miracle healing because the prostate was still cancer-riddled. But Friends, if there is anything I’ve learned from this experience is that I’ve come to truly recognize Jesus’ sacrifice, the enormous price He paid for our sins on Calvary Hill. Oh Friends, if my pain was so terrible, despite all the modern conveniences and pain killers, then can you imagine that of Jesus on the old wooden cross? I simply had a clean, surgical cut in my abdomen, but He had nails in His hands and feet, a spear wound in His side, and a crown of thorns on His head, after enduring wicked taunting and flagellation. Note, He had none of the conveniences I had, yet He never complained or cried out in pain like I did. And that wasn’t His spiritual body being abused and tortured, but His earthly frame, so can you imagine the cruel pain He endured for me and you to be able to get salvation and eternal life. Oh my people, I don’t know if that was the Lord’s purpose in putting me through this drama, but I have certainly gained a whole lot more respect for Jesus from this experience. Take it from me Friends, our Saviour was the greatest person to ever tread this earth, and He is still alive and kicking today – much more so than me (smile) – and is also expecting all of us who call themselves believers, to rise up and work, sacrifice, help and spread the gospel to the farthest ends of the earth. After all He’s done for us, that’s precious little for Him to ask of us. So please my people, sincerely accept Him in your hearts, obey His wishes and let Him guide you on this earthly journey, and He’ll take you on the wildest ride, a ride you never imagined possible. Till we talk again tomorrow, God in favour, walk with Jesus, and be happy. Much LOVE!…without Jesus…we’re nothing at all…
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