I know that I should not be, given the many doctors that I have seen and the specialists that have looked through my file, but I am still amazed at the ability of God and the great things He has done in my life. I just spoke with a woman whose father had a brainstem stroke; they have told her that there is no hope for his recovery, that there is no hope for any meaningful life. That seems vaguely familiar; they told my family the same thing, they gave absolutely no hope for any recovery at all. But, here I am 2 years later and, though I still have some deficiencies, I am generally very good. I just stand amazed. Please, if you are reading this, pray for a man in Columbus, OH, whose family just heard the bad news that nothing can be done. Please pray that this man will surprise all the doctors, as I have, and recover. Above all, pray for his family that will have to make some difficult decisions in the next few days. As thankful as I am for my recovery, I cannot help but feel sorrow for those who have not experienced such a dramatic recovery. The most important thing for them to remember is that God is still good, regardless of what happens to their father. Just because I had a dramatic turn of events for my good, it does not mean that God loves this man less, even if he does not experience such a dramatic recovery. God is always good, regardless of our circumstances.
Tomorrow I will preach the funeral for a dear friend of mine. He was the definition of a selfless person. I truly appreciated all that he did, but, when I was meeting with the family on Wednesday a memory came to me suddenly and I was suddenly overcome with emotion. Let me back up a little bit: After my stroke in December, 2008 my license was revoked for obvious reasons and it took me some time and practice before I was able to drive again. I finally got my license back in February, 2009. But, shortly after I got my license back the reality of the severity of my stroke became evident: my stroke had seriously impacted the PONS area of my brain stem, and therefore, a lot of my nerves were negatively impacted. One of the nerves that was damaged was the nerve that controls my eye movements; my left eye would would twitch, at times almost uncontrollably, and that made it really difficult to drive, particularly at night. That brings me to the memory that left me so emotional. Fast forwar
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