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"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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