Prayer. Life! Death? Life! Prayer.
Thank you for your prayers! Sometimes we say “I’ll pray for you” and when you’re sick or scared, it really brings comfort to know that people are praying for you even when you’re too tired or weak or so caught up in the basic details of what is about to happen to pray for yourself.
It’s scary to be asked about your living will and advanced directive — what will they do if you don’t wake up? Will you donate your organs? Who will speak for you?You fill out the form, you sign the papers, you have it notarized by witnesses, they scan it into the hospital’s computer. That part is done.
It’s scary being on a gurney, laying flat on your back, being pushed by doctors and nurses covered head to toe in blue scrubs and masks, and passing a body … covered by a sheet in the corridor.
And you hear in church every Sunday “If something were to happen today and if you were to die, would you go to be with the Lord?” And by routine, you always say “yes” every week. But this time, right before the anesthesia mask comes on, you repeat Romans 10:9, and you say it in the King James Version, because that’s how you learned it [That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.] And you say in your own voice, silently, since you’re about to be put to sleep “God, I really do believe in you, and I really do believe that Jesus died for my sins and wrongs, and I really do believe this with all of my heart. I really do.”
So you’re at peace.
But wait — you wake up!! What?? It’s over?? I’m still here??? I guess God wanted me to spend some more time on earth. I want to use it wisely. Thank you for praying for me.