I’m on vacation from work this week, so I may actually have time to post! Yay! Here’s a horribly depressing (and poorly-formatted) CCCE I came across:
The Heart
Please send this back but only if you mean it!
“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,” said the boy.
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 bed rest. 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.
Author Unknown – Celebrate Jesus in 2006
If you aren’t ashamed to do this,
please follow the directions
listed below:
Jesus said, “If you are ashamed of me,
I will be ashamed of you before
my Father..”
I Am Not Ashamed. Pass this on only if
you mean it. “Yes, I do Love
God. He is my source of existence and
Savior. He keeps me functioning each
and everyday. Without Him, I will be
nothing. Without him, I am nothing,
but with Him I can do all things through
Christ that strengthens me.”
(Phil 4:13)
This is the simplest test. If you Love
God, and are not ashamed of all the
marvelous things he has done for you.
Send this to ten people and the
person who sent it to you
Where to start? Is exploratory surgery really a good idea for a patient whose heart is so damaged he’ll be dead within a year? A damaged knee, sure, but the heart isn’t something to just open up and look at for the hell of it. Well, except if Jesus is there. And if God’s trying to prove a point.
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.”
To which the doctor should have replied: Gee, thanks God, but couldn’t you have miracled up something that didn’t require parents losing their five year old? If you can talk to me like this now, couldn’t we have had this conversation without casualties?
I don’t know, it just seems horrifying to me that theists think everything happens for a reason, including dead children and genocides. Also, I’m not going to any doctor who hears voices and talks to them.
Score me:
Presence of a dead child in the email’s story
Close enough.
Attempting to promote religion through the use of analogy/metaphor/simile that makes it look unappealing to those outside the religion.
I don’t want to belong to any religion whose deity kills little kids to prove a point to “lost sheep.” And don’t get me started on the sheep thing.
Out of the Mouths of Babes
One of my little cousins was once convinced that monkeys lived in his basement that was unfinished and he couldn’t go into. He thought he could see, talk to, and feed the monkeys through the central air vent by the staircase. I went down there once, and didn’t come up saying I’d found the simple truth of monkeys. That would have been awesome, though.
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