They didn’t have that back then?
Do you know how many times I have heard that? From my kids? From the young bucks who are trying to make a point (but kidding while they do)? More than I can count. In this day of more-than-modern medicine, my past life seems almost dinosaur-ish. Fossil fuel for the 2012 crowd. But that’s okay. Many have no clue what it was like to sleep with no A/C or have to crank the windows in the car or only listen to AM radio. The only ear buds we had were friends calling us “Bud” or carrying around a transistor radio that was run by a 9-volt battery and had one little ear plug to use. (Those were the good-old days?) When our girls were born there was no such thing as an ultra-sound machine that allowed us to know the sex of the baby before he/she was born. I wanted a boy so bad Jo would probably say I would have bribed the tech to say, “Boy.” (I wouldn’t trade either of my girls for all the money in the world. A new bike maybe…naaah) But I digress. Back in 1975 & 1979 fathers being in the delivery room was just starting to happen and our first doctor was not one of them. The second was not an option. Back then it was enough to “hear” the heartbeat and guess the child’s sex.
I just started reading Max Lucado’s new book, Grace, in which he tells a story of Tara Storch. A skiing accident in 2010 took the life of her 13 year old daughter. Tara and Todd (father) decided to donate her heart to someone else. Patricia Winters was the recipient, her heart having started failing five years before. Taylor’s heart gave her a fresh start on life.
Tara had only one request: she wanted to hear the heartbeat of her daughter. She and Todd flew from Dallas to Phoenix and went to Patricia’s home to listen to Taylor’s heart.
The two mothers embraced for a long time and then Patricia offered them a stethoscope. (Story edited by me for length)
Max makes a good point. When Tara and Todd heard that heartbeat, whose heart did they hear? Their daughter’s. It may have been in a new body, but it was the still-beating heart of Taylor. Paul wrote, “It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me.” (Gal.2:20) When grace happens, Christ enters. He moves in. He still does. “Christ in you, the hope of glory.” (Col.1:27)
Christ lives in me. No other religion can make that claim. Not Islam. Not Buddhism. Not Hugh Hefner. Influence? Instruct? Entice? Yes. But occupy? No. (Story and application from pages 8-10)
I was sitting reading this in the orthodontist’s waiting room and could feel the throat constriction that comes from being moved. What a wonderful truth! Max says so much more. I am just getting started. Here is a good review. Your turn. What is grace to you? How important is it? Do you show it?