To all the wonderful people who are showering my wife with love:
Don’t you hate it when Christians hurl Bible verses at you? I know I sure do! It seems to me that it would only be fair if they gave folks a little warning before sneaking scripture into the conversation. That way, you’d have a chance to get out of the way, or duck, or hide behind a hockey glove. Something!
So, since I’m as eager to follow the Golden Rule as any of you, I’m going to give you fair warning. My gospel gun is cocked and loaded and you’re all going to have to be on your toes.
Well then, let me talk to you about my daughter. She’s proof of the adage that there really are angels among us. I’m recalling, now, that black moment in the Brigham and Women’s ER when the resident on duty lowered the boom and let Pam and I know that she had a mass on her brain. As I recall, it was about three or four in the morning and Pam was too doped up to respond to anything. I was devestated, but Pam wasn’t giving any kind of emotional response. I wanted to shake her, “Pam, didn’t you hear? He said BRAIN TUMOR. You ought to be freaking out!”
Pam wasn’t freaking out. She wasn’t doing anything — and I was feeling lonely with my feelings. I did the only thing I could have, at that point. I called Angelique and told her to get up and to drive to the hospital right away to be with us. (Keep sharp, now, that scripture passage is coming up!) Did Angelique ask me a bunch of questions? Did she remind me that it was the middle of the night? Did she complain about how expensive it is to park at B&W? No. She simply came right away, just as I asked her to.
My daughter wasn’t thinking about what she wanted to do, or what she’d choose to do, or what was going to do her the most good. She simply did the right thing. To repeat, my daughter didn’t weigh her options and make her choice, she did what she was supposed to do. She did what love compelled her to do — not for praise, or the promise of reward; not to avoid criticism or the threat of punishment. She came to us because that’s what we needed her to do. Man, do I love that girl!
Last chance to escape the reading…..
Who among you would say to your servant who has just come in from plowing or tending sheep in the field, ‘Come here immediately and take your place at table’ Would he not rather say to him, ‘Prepare something for me to eat. Put on your apron and wait on me while I eat and drink. You may eat and drink when I am finished’? Is he grateful to that servant because he did what was commanded? So should it be with you. When you have done all you have been commanded, say, ‘We are unprofitable servants; we have done what we were obliged to do.’”
Luke 17, 7-10
My daughter knows what some other people might find difficult to believe: Slavery to the Gospel, or to Christ, or to duty, or to love or to however it is that you want to say it is the essence of true freedom. My daughter knows what the angels know.