Bwok, Bwok

Lying on the operating table waiting for the anesthetic to kick-in…gave me an opportunity to reflect on my life and ponder my future, my eternal future. 

I'm not saying I'm a chicken but I had to fight off the urge to cluck.

I’ll have to admit that going under the knife makes me take a serious look at myself and consider the possibility of death and what might lie beyond.  What kind of hypocrite am I?  Do I strain out the gnats and swallow the camels?   Do I really believe?  Do I actually practice what I preach?   

Oh!  You are done!  Thanks, Doc, for removing that tiny basal cell from my nose. 

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for these quiet times to think, to think about what is important.  Please give me the strength to put Your words into action.  Don’t let me chicken out.

Amen.