My Aunt Joan, the last of my family in her generation, was taken to the hospital this morning. The doctor says “It doesn’t look good.” He had me choose between allowing her to die or else administering medication–and, if need be, inserting a breathing tube–that may possibly, but not necessarily, help her to recover. Because I could not bring myself to refuse any reasonable chance, I said to proceed with treatment. If her condition doesn’t improve, then I’ll have to make another decision.
I have no meaningful knowledge of medical procedures. Nevertheless, the buck stops here and I can’t–and won’t–pass it on to anyone else.
We are Christians, and we know where we are going. Most of the members of my family have already been seated at the Lord’s table. It’s not something that we have to fear. The part that truly, deeply hurts is to be left behind without our loved ones.
All I can do is to ask my Lord for guidance. Please join me in that prayer.
And I’ve posted this hymn, Behold the Mountain of the Lord–because it stirs my soul so deeply, and allows me to feel the Holy Spirit at my side.