Your Own Dirt

I told the preacher man
I tried so not to hurt him
Would a good God create man
And then suddenly desert him

Just let me in the lab
I can show you I can do it
As for this creation
There’s really nothing to it

Creation is a myth
A story of no worth
The worlds just came to be
Evolution gave us birth

The preacher unimpressed
Said don’t you be so curt
If you plan to do creation
You start with your own dirt

Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said, Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up now thy loins like a man; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me. Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding.
Job 38:1‭-‬4 KJV

A Passion for Lepers and Whores

I have a passion for lepers and whores
The people the world does abuse
The people most everyone ignores
Those who are weak and easy-to-use

I have a passion for those left behind
The disabled the weak and the frail
It is they who are first on my mind
And so it is you I compel

Go search for the lonely and lost
Look for those who feel left out
I did pay the ultimate cost
That is what My death was about

I died for the worthless the fools
Because by My Father’s measure
He sees them as precious jewels
They comprise heaven’s true treasure

But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty. 1 Cor1:27

For I was and hungered and ye gave me meet: I was thirsty and ye gave me drink: I was naked and ye clothed me I was sick and ye visited me I was in prison and ye came up to me Matt 25: 35-36

Those People

I wonder why the worry
I wonder why the fuss
But then I see those people
Don’t even look like us

We have limited social services
Can’t begin to meet the need
And after all those people
They really like to breed

We are to guard our resources
Part of the public trust
We must not let those people
Take advantage of us

At every depot, airport, dock
Every train, or plane or bus
Offload another hundred
Of those different from us

And so we should be careful
Whom to watch and whom to trust
Because we were once those people
And now, we are part of us

Love ye therefore the stranger: for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt.
Deuteronomy 10:19 KJV

What’s Eating You

The psychiatrist and dietitian
Have opposing points of view
One asks what did you eat
The other what’s eating you

And so this age old proverb
Has a spin that is quite new
You are not what you eat
But you are what’s eating you

Your emotions and feelings
The heated language that you spew
Reflect the fierce passions
Of what is really eating you

You dislike those other people
You despise everything they do
The mere fact they exist
Is what is really eating you

So you ruminate and brood
Your emotions simmer and stew
You can’t even enjoy life
Because this is eating you

So take this old proverb
Give it a twist that is new
You are not what you eat
You are what’s eating you

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
Philippians 4:8 KJV

What’s eating you

The psychiatrist and dietitian
Have opposing points of view
One asks what did you eat
The other what’s eating you

And so this age old proverb
Has a spin that is quite new
You are not what you eat
But you are what’s eating you

Your emotions and feelings
The heated language that you spew
Reflect the fierce passions
Of what is really eating you

You dislike those other people
You despise everything they do
The mere fact they exist
Is what is really eating you

So you ruminate and brood
Your emotions simmer and stew
You can’t even enjoy life
Because this is eating you

So take this old proverb
Give it a twist that is new
You are not what you eat
You are what’s eating you

Club Christ

I didn’t want to join a fraternity. I didn’t want to join the lodges or private societies. I was once invited to join the Masons. After one meeting I decided they drink too much alcohol and have too many secret handshakes and strange greetings. I decided to join Club Christ instead.

Now before you judge me too badly, think about it. Club Christ has been around a very long time. Longer than the Knights of the Templar, The Alpha’s and the Omega’s (hmmm sounds familiar) and all the other groups and comraderies. Club Christ has a lot to offer that these others don’t.

Club Christ has history, respectability, name recognition and most importantly no dues are required. In fact, all I had to do to join Club Christ was walk down the aisle or say a certain prayer and proclaim that I accepted Jesus in my heart. After that, it was a done deal. I could do anything I wanted in my private life as long as I showed up on Sunday morning and put some money in the collection basket to support the ministry and the ministers. Pretty nice club to join. I am not required to do much more from what I understand. That is, unless I open that book everyone mentions now and then. You may have heard of it. The Bible.

That book talks about going, witnessing and baptizing. I think I may join the society of Lepidopterology. It is a nice long name and it sounds very exclusive. I like butterflies.

Matthew 28:19 Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost:

Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen

Go Straight For the Kill

Mrs. JK is sitting quietly in the room and she seems deep in thought. The waiting room is crowded with other patients and in my usual fashion, I just want to get through the morning workload without a lot of processing of extraneous information. Mrs. JK seems depressed, and I don’t have an inkling of why. What I do know is that she missed her last two visits. She has not been taking her cholesterol medications and she is still smoking. She has gained 20 pounds in the last 6 months and did not get her mammogram as instructed. What else could possibly be wrong?

I am a slow learner. After almost 20 years in Kenya, I should know how to start a conversation. Whenever you meet someone in the African market place, on a dirt road or even on a city street, you always have the courtesy of asking questions that infer your interest in their life and family. “In Swahili the question starts with Habari yako; which really means, What’s up? How are you? How is your family? Any news you would like to share?” The most common answer is ‘Hakuna Matata, a phrase made common in the Lion King movies which means, I have no problems, no worries. With all of this courtesy learned on the continent I forgot it after crossing the Atlantic ocean back to America. I have resumed my usual ‘straight for the kill’ approach in my every day conversation. It is appropriate when asking for the price of an item at the grocery store, or inquiring about my flight reservation. But in the clinical setting, it is not a good approach.

It is not the approach I should have taken with Mrs. JK. She needed me to listen to her. After my examination and explanation of the necessity of following my instructions and being sure to take her medicines I leave the room for a minute. My wife who is our clinic administrator pulled me to the side and quietly informed me to speak to Mrs. JK about the death of her husband two months ago. ‘Michael, be sure to express your condolences and try to be sincere.’ Ooopps!!

I answered, I have already messed that up. I went ‘straight for the kill’. I went directly to the objectives of the clinical encounter, completely ignoring the fact that Mrs. JK is not an object for me to manipulate and instruct, but a person who is in need of compassionate care. She did not need me to teach her about her illness and her failings to comply with therapeutic regimen. She needed me to reach out to her and acknowledge the pain in her heart and mind from her most recent loss. She cannot listen to me, unless I have taken the time to listen to her.

If Mrs. JK was in Jesus’ waiting room, He would certainly know how to approach her. He would do so with compassion. Matthew 9:36 When He saw the crowds, He was moved with compassion for them

The bottom line is, never go straight for the kill. Always take the time to observe, listen and when the time comes, counsel and treat. Habari yako?

Service

Yes sir. No sir. Yes, I can help with that sir. No mam. Of course, I can do that mam. Don’t bother with that, Miss, that is why I am here.

Oh, I am sorry. I should have checked the toilet paper. I will be right back with another roll. I will make sure the toilet and face bowl are clean also.

I will have these shoes shined for you before you disembark from the train sir. Yes, of course, I will wake you in time for breakfast. What is that you say? You want it served in your compartment? Yes sir, I can do that, and I will have your suitcases on the platform in time for your departure. Will there be anything else sir? Miss? Okay. I will see you in the morning. Sleep well. And if you should need anything during the night, ring the bell and I will assist you immediately.

This is a sample of the discourse I had with passengers who were traveling in the overnight sleeping cars in which I was assigned to work. It was the way the ‘well-to-do’ traveled on trains before airplanes became so popular. It was decent, honest work for the summer, and it helped pay my way through school and of course, give me some extra spending money.

My job was to make each passenger feel special during their journey from city to city. For trips from New York to Chicago, Denver, Los Angeles and Seattle, my job was to make people feel at ease.

I did this work in during my summers in college and the first two summers of medical school. Before this I worked in the kitchen as a prep cook and dish washer at restaurants which refused to hire black people as waiters or other out-front staff.

These memories flood my mind as I now sit in places to literally make life and death decisions. How did my early life experiences prepare me to order the appropriate lab studies, x-ray images, make the correct professional consultation and communicate this clearly to the staff and of course, the patients who depend upon me to make unbiased, professional decisions. My job is once again to make people feel at ease.

What did I learn as I shined those shoes, carried the luggage, answer the bell in the middle of the night to bring a cup of milk or a glass of sherry?

Yes sir. Yes mam. I learned to serve. I did not learn to be subservient, self-demeaning, or self-effacing. The Lord was teaching me that I am not the center of attention. Service does not mean I am less. In fact, it means I am more. In order to lead, I must serve. To be less is to be more. To serve is the calling in Christ.

The patients I serve now, want to know they are of value. They want to know that whatever ‘class’ they may have been born into, they are important to me and that I will serve them with professional courtesy and care. Making them feel special in that encounter is what it is all about.

John 13:12-17

When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. “Do you understand what I have done for you?” he asked them. 13 “You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am. 14 Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. 15 I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. 16 Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. 17 Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.

Well Worth The Wait

I should be used to it by now. Sweetheart, are you dressed yet? I try not to sound angry, exasperated or insensitive. At almost 42 years of marriage, I should know better.

She doesn’t answer. Sweetheart, I cry out again, we are going to be late. Are you ready yet?

Her response is quick and a bit terse; ‘Why are you rushing me? We have a full hour to get there and traffic is not bad. Besides, I am still trying to pick out the best shoes. She steps to the top of the stairs. Which pair goes better with the blue dress, the dark blue or the lighter blue?

I murmur to myself, to be honest, both look the same to me.

What did you say, she asked?

I said I think the light blue ones are best. To which she replies, I like the darker ones.

I know how Charlie Brown felt with Lucy and the football.

In an effort to remain calm as she continues to choose accessories, I do some menial tasks. I pick the Gummy Bears from the car seats from the grand kids, pour my second cup of coffee and peruse last weeks church bulletin. Fifteen minutes later she appears. It was well worth the wait.

She is as splendid as ever and I am reminded that the wait always seems long, until the finished product appears.

Such is the Psalmist’s admonition that we should ‘wait on the Lord.’ God has some marvelously, beautiful things in store for His beloved. We can’t rush and we dare not try to do so. By rushing we try to circumvent His will and ultimately make bad choices, much worse than the wrong accessories for our outer dress.

We make the wrong choices that impact our lives and the lives of those around us in both temporal and eternal ways.

Psalm 27:14 Wait on the Lord. Be of good courage. He has great things in store.

1 Corinthians 2:9 It is written, ‘No eye has seen no ear has heard nor has the human mind conceived the things God has prepared for those who love Him’

Well Worth The Wait

Only Bread

I was so very hungry
I just wanted to be fed
I looked at all the tables
And noticed one small setting
Had only simple bread

The others were quite splendid
All luxuriously spread
Every meat and sweet delight
Food to fill the stomach
Drinks to swill the head

I sat down at the feast
Where my appetites had led
Why should I settle for
A table that had nothing
But simple bread

I ate and ate and ate
Never felt full, but instead
My hunger only increased
Feeling nauseous yet still hungry
Ignoring that simple bread

And so the world allures me
Just as the Lord has said
He who dines with Me
Will never hunger
Taste of My simple bread

I Am Life and I Am light
It was for you that I have bled
I alone can fill your hunger
Eat of Me and live
Taste of My simple bread

John 6:35Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.

Isaiah 55:2 Come, all of you who thirst, come to the waters; and you without money, come, buy, and eat! Come, buy wine and milk, without money and without cost! 2Why spend money on that which is not bread, and your labor on that which does not satisfy? Listen carefully to Me, and eat what is good, and your soul will delight in the richest of foods.