Just got back (in the snow) from Marti's regular appointment with the medical oncologist. WOW every Christian should spend time with people who are undergoing chemotherapy. Quite the study in the dissonance I wrote about earlier (bald heads,stunningly pale, under Santa hats). I chatted with a few folks while there. It is enlightening to see folks who are really sick, maybe terminally so, scrapping a round for some joy.
So this got me to thinking....
Cancer makes me believe the Gospel. If this is all there is, then our lives are short affairs marked by moments of exquisite joy, and periods of pain, in the midst of alot of mundane living. I really need a sense that Jesus sees, and He comes and He gives hope, sometimes in healing, sometimes in resurrection. Thankfully, the Gospel is true and the hope never dies.
PS Marti is fine. Got a new drug, that the doc wants to try for a couple of months.
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