“Tomorrow morning,” the famous surgeon began, “I’ll be opening your heart…”
“You’ll find Jesus there!” the boy grinned.
The surgeon looked up, annoyed. “I’ll CUT your heart open,” he continued, “to see how much damage has been done…
“and when you Cut open up my heart, your gonna find Jesus in there.” He smiled.
The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly. “When I see how much damage has been done, I’ll suture your heart and chest back up and there will be pain. Afterwards I’ll plan what to do next.”
“Yep and you’ll find Jesus in there. He lives there. The Bible says He does. The songs all say He lives there. You’ll find Him in my heart.” He said this quietly now.
The surgeon suddenly stood up as HE had had enough of this. “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.”
“Okay. You’ll find Jesus in there too,” the boy whispered with eyes downcast. The surgeon left shaking his head. What had gotten into him he wondered? Why was he determined to crush a young child’s beliefs even though they weren’t exactly his own?
Even if any healing was done, it was (of course) going to be done by his hands and not by Jesus! He still did care a great deal, he just wasn’t sure why it had bothered him so.
He decided he had faith in himself and not in much else and decided to shrug it off. He would fix the boy.
The surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes after the surgery, “…damaged arteries, damaged pulmonary vein, damaged… damaged… damaged… Pain relief needed. Full care required. Prognosis: here he paused,
He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said. There had to be more. Frustrated that he could not save the boy he shouted to the room … “Hey! Why?” “Why did You do this?”
“You’re supposed to have put him here; so then it’s You who has put him in this pain; I thought I could help him!! I didn’t want him to suffer!! And You’ve cursed him to an early death.
Normally, I should have been able to save him but nothing could have fixed this. Nothing! “Why?”
> He laid his head down on his desk for a silent moment.
Quietly the Lord answered and said, “The boy, My little lamb, was Not meant to remain with you for long, for he is a part of My flock, and will forever be. Here, with me, he will no longer feel pain, and he will be comforted beyond what you could now imagine.”
“His parents will one day join him here, and they will know peace.”
The surgeon’s tears were hot, but his anger & doubts were greater. Although surprised to find his question being answered, and not quite sure he really was hearing this he went on..
“You… you created that boy and You created that heart. He’ll be dead any time. I have Never seen this much damage.”
The Lord answered, “The boy, My little lamb, shall return to My flock, for he has done his best. I did not put My little lamb with your flock to lose him. ..but to retrieve another lost lamb…. You.”
Shocked to silence he knew from the look of that heart that this had to be so. The surgeon wept.
From that moment… The surgeon sat day and night beside the boy’s bed; the boy’s parents quietly sat across from
him. The boy awoke for his last few moments and in a choked whisper, avoiding the surgeon’s eyes asked, “Did you cut open my heart?”
“Yes, I did” said the surgeon as he reached out and brushed a small wisp of hair from the boy’s forehead. Surprised and amazingly comforted by the incredibly gentle touch he looked up into a kind face.
“What did you find?” asked the boy as his eyes began to close and a hint of a smile touched his lips.
“I found Jesus in there,” said the surgeon.
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