
As most of you know and will readily agree, prayer is a wonderful privilege: We enter into God’s presence with our praises and petitions, knowing that He remembers our frame and that we are dust, and that we are His beloved children, and that His loving kindness and marvelous grace are abundant and sufficient. But reminders of such are always appropriate, so I am sharing a “TRBC Times” article that I wrote for our church publication in August 2003.
As I write these lines, our daughter is in the intensive care unit of St. Francis Hospital. She underwent an emergency appendectomy two days ago, and she is fighting off infection that, if not checked by some high-powered antibiotics, could end her life on this earth.
I have seen hundreds of folk off to surgery, but this Saturday was the most difficult ever. We did not know what the doctor would find. It was suggested that a mass might be discovered. Unbridled, my mind raced from bad scenarios to worse. It was an agonizing two-and-one-half-hour wait. The surgeon’s report was something of a relief, as we learned that an appendix was the culprit. The bad news was that it had begun to leak, and thus Marti would have to fight off the infection. As I write these lines, her body is mounting a fierce struggle against foreign invaders. Many people far and near are praying for her recovery.
Times such as these provide us opportunities to learn. Not that we would ever choose such an opportunity, but when they come our way, we have no choice but to live the experience out and try to draw upon His grace to get us through. I have so much to learn. I am learning. Please allow me to attempt to put onto paper a few of the things that I am struck with because of this nightmare:
- Our family is so much a part of the fabric of our lives. Others are very important, but one’s flesh and blood is your life. We take each other for granted too much. We assume things will always be alright. When an earthquake rocks our foundation, then things become so trivial and people so crucial. We do not tell each other often enough, ‘I love you.’
- Things happen so fast. One moment you’ve got life on cruise control, and then around the next corner there’s a major pile-up. It all comes so quickly and without time to prepare. The frames of our life freeze and everything has a different perspective.
- Prayer is so important. Not only your prayers but the prayers of anyone who believes in prayer. We can listen to or read lists with a certain detachment until our flesh and blood is one of those names. Then, the prayers of those who believe become huge. We can never overestimate the privilege and power of prayer.
- God’s ways are inscrutable. Bottom line must ever be, ‘Thy will be done.’ Don’t try to rationalize it or even understand or explain it. God loves us with an everlasting love, and whatever He allows to come our way has to be seen through those lenses. And we know there is a purpose for His glory.
- A support group of people of like precious faith is of incalculable worth. What a blessing the dear folk of Thompson Road Baptist Church are to us. We are surrounded by a family that loves us. A hug. A handshake. A hand on the shoulder. A phone call. A card and word of encouragement. All are priceless.
As Marti was rolled to the operating room, I bent over to kiss her cheek. After surgery she mentioned that to Ellen. I have never been very openly affectionate with my family. I feel very deeply for them and love each more than I can tell. But hugs and kisses have never been a part of my expression. In my heart, I have vowed that has to change. I can’t wait until my little girl is well enough to give her a great big hug and kiss. Too bad we are so slow to get it, and that it takes a major crisis to show us where we need to make some changes. I am sure there are many other lessons I will learn through this experience. Stay tuned~
“And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them that are the called according to His purpose.” (Romans 8:28)
(2026 Update: Little could I have known that in less than four years (April 2007) from the time that we almost lost Marti through an appendicitis infection, her precious son, eleven-year old David, would be called into God’s presence—ironically, due to a ruptured appendix that initially was mistaken by medical personnel for the flu. The pain was almost unbearable, and none of us have ever gotten over it entirely, but the grace God is getting us through it still, day by day. Prayer and the unshakeable confidence in the truth of the above verse, Romans 8:28, plus the always abundant grace of our great God, have made the difference. I hope everyone who reads this knows Him personally. If it has not yet happened, one day it will: a phone call, a knock on the door, a diagnosis in a special hospital counseling room—and your “nightmare” will happen; then you will know, as you have never known, the power and preeminence of prayer, and the greatness of His abundant grace. Suffering is inevitable; getting through it is possible, and only with the help of Him who loved us and gave His Son to die for us. Accept Him today if you have not yet done so!)








