Update from the North Pole

Okay, not really the North Pole.  Even elves have their limits!  Actually, it has brought Dee Dee considerable enjoyment to sit in the waiting rooms and look out on the soft, white snow falling (well, blowing horizontally until gravity finally overcomes wind speed), reminding her that God is creative, peaceful, and good.

She finished day two of the octreatide scan earlier today.  This is the scan that lasts 90 minutes, and she is strapped to the table to prevent movement.  Thankfully, she is allowed her iPod, so had Indelible Grace queued up.  They just took her back to do the last big test, endoscopy with ultrasound.  This is the test in which they will actually look directly at her tumors, and attempt to both count them and measure them.  She has had between 22-24 tumors each time we've been, and we pray that we see that or LESS!  We also pray that they do as few biopsies as possible.  Invariably, the more they cut, the worse she feels the rest of that day.  If the number of tumors has increased significantly, or any of them have increased in size dramatically, then they will advise us to remove the stomach.  Obviously, since I love my wife's stomach, and she enjoys having it as well, we'd pray that this recommendation is never forthcoming!

As we've been here, I am once again reminded of just how incredible a place Mayo Clinic is.  We know medicine, and we know hospitals.  This place is just different; better.  Their organization abilities are phenomenal.  Their CARE is amazing.  Heck, even the architecture of the place is calming.  They have grand pianos with folks playing in lobbies, they have opera singers, they have random hallways of Warhol prints.  They have folks stationed to help us anywhere patients might pause to figure out, "Which hallway do we take," or "Which elevator do I need?"  Just amazing.  Every time I'm here, I think that if I were deciding today which school to attend, this would be it.

In case you haven't figured it out from earlier posts, I love movies.  I echo David Bowen from Church of the Good Shepherd in Durham, who memory tells me sees life and gospel applications in movies.  (I remember one Sunday when he got amazing mileage out of the classic "The Dirty Dozen" - amazing.)  Well, one of my favorites is Shawshank Redemption.  Tough, gritty story of injustice and joyous redemption.  Of love, and friendship, and of never ever giving up.  I wonder if Jim Valvano thought of Andy Dufresne when he gave his astonishing speech at the ESPYs just before he died?

In that movie, there is a scene in which Tim Robbins' character, Andy Dufresne, crawls to freedom through a sewage pipe filled with the excrement of an entire prison.  He emerges into a wonderful rain, a downpour of God's grace that washes him clean again.  The enduring image, of Dufresne standing in rapturous joy as he is cleansed of decades of oppression and filth, is a near-perfect moment of film-making.  And, every time we come to Mayo, I am reminded of that scene by a 40-foot sculpture hanging in one of the 2-3 story lobbies.  I am reminded that we must, at times, crawl through sewage before we are cleansed.

This sculpture is unnamed, untitled, and simply hangs to remind those who come here that we have feet of clay, and that we are dust, but that we have wondrous glory ahead!  And that while we labor here, we do not labor without hope.  And that our faith and our hopes are not in vain.  And that we can reach high, we can avail ourselves of mercy, in heaven above.

I am reminded that Christ Himself, our great high priest seated at the right hand of God the Father, makes intercession for us!  We are cleansed, not by rain, but by blood; the blood of one who was truly innocent, unlike Andy Dufresne who finally realized that while he did not pull the trigger, he was guilty just the same.  We all are; Christ was not.  His perfectly innocent blood was shed for redemption and for forgiveness and for merciful grace to us, His children.  Praise God!

And, thank you all for praying with us as we crawl through the muck and excrement of human frailty and disease!  We look forward to lifting our hands in glorious praise on the other side, right along with each of you!

Blessings,

Tony

I must be planning to kill Caesar!

Anybody?  Anybody?  Bueller?

Okay, in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, act 1, scene 1, Brutus cannot sleep.  Why?  Because he has joined the plot to kill Caesar.  And tonight, since I cannot sleep, I am looking for reasons why, and killing Caesar is all I can come up with.  

Except, of course, that Caesar died a long time ago, and all we have now is a salad to remember him by.  Ah, fame; fickle, fleeting at best!

(Look at that, folks!  A Ferris Bueller reference mixed with a William Shakespeare reference!  The sheer scope of useless stuff floating around in my head is either amazing or depressing, depending on your point of view; Dee Dee sees it as depressing, since I cannot remember what time we lead small group every single Sunday night!)

Actually, some psycho-mumbo-jumbo-logists would suggest that our flight leaving in just a few hours might have something to do with me not sleeping well.  Hah!  Just because they have years of training and book-learning behind them, should we listen to such outlandish theories?

Probably.  No matter how many times we do this, it seems that every time, as it approaches, we are forced to contemplate hard things.  We are forced to look at our kids' worried faces, hear their concerned voices from afar.  We are forced to put even the difficult things of life into the "theology blender" (new term!  Like it?  I think I'll call it "Clark's Paradigm") and find out if our doctrine still trumps our circumstances.  

I guess, given that God trumps all, and He is the author of doctrine (and an infinitely better author than ol' Billy Shakespeare or John Hughes!), our answer will continue to be that whate'er our God ordains is right!  As you pray all those other things that make good sense to pray, would you also pray that our faith is made deeper and richer and fuller and wider through these circumstances?  Would you pray that Romans 8 is very real to us over the next few days?

Romans 8:10-11 - "But if Christ is in you, although the body is dead because of sin, the Spirit is life because of righteousness.  If the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Christ Jesus from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you."

Romans 8: 16-17 - " The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs - heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with Him in order that we may also be glorified with Him."

Romans 8:18 - "For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us."

Romans 8:26 - "Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness.  For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings to deep for words."

Romans 8:28 - "And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to His purpose."

Romans 8:31-32 - "What shall we say to these things?  If God is for us, who can be against us?  He who did not spare His own Son but gave Him up for us all, how will He not also with Him graciously give us all things?

Romans 8:35, 37-39 - "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?  Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword...?  No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.  For I am SURE that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord."

AMEN and AMEN!  As it is in Heaven, may it be in our hearts (and yours!).

Now, go and enjoy your Sabbath!

Tony, for Dee Dee