[After 2 weeks, I’m back home!
Thanks for praying about my father-in-law’s successful heart surgery at Cleveland Clinic.]
The medical center is massive. Clean. White. And crowded with people of all colors, countries, conditions.
In a slightly-elevated open area in J Building—a massive structure with floor-to-ceiling windows—sits an instrument.
Because in the middle of our quest for physical health, we still have needs of the soul.
So those walking by the main lobby at noon hear music. Some linger to listen. Others must keep marching.
But we’re all aware.
Of our humanness. Of a touch to our hearts. This we need.
And it’s one way God proves he’s still among us.
- It’s my brother-in-law Steve bringing me a cup of ice with my OJ in the morning because he noticed I like that
- It’s the stranger beside me from Texas on the flight home offering me a piece of gum when he gets one for himself
- It’s Jeff packing real cheddar cheese and Keebler Club crackers when he picks me up from the airport late Friday night
All are gifts from God, passed through human hands, to heal my own heart.
Maybe all who give such gifts aren’t aware it’s God using them, flowing through them, to show his love.
But I believe anytime there is love, there is God.
As my sister Sandy likes to quote, “What a friend we have in Jesus, and what a Jesus we have in friends.”
As you step out into your week, don’t forget to be God’s touch to those near you.
You don’t have to be a doctor to do open heart surgery.
You only have to be human.
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How did a human show you God last week? I’d love to know.
- Slow it down
- When change is slow, baby step it