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You'll Find Jesus There...
The surgeon sat beside
the boy's bed; the boy's
parents sat across from
him. "Tomorrow morning,"
the surgeon began, "I'll
open up your heart..."
"You'll find Jesus there,"
the boy interrupted.
The surgeon looked up,
annoyed. "I'll cut your
heart open,"he
continued, "to see how
much damage has been done..."
"But when you open up
my heart, you'll find
Jesus in there."
The surgeon looked to the
parents, who sat quietly.
"When I see how much
damage has been done,
I'll sew your heart and chest
back up and I'll plan
what to do next."
"But you'll find Jesus in my
heart. The Bible says He
lives there. The hymns all
say He lives there. You'll
find Him in my heart."
The surgeon has had enough.
"I'll tell you what I'll find
in your heart. I'll find
damaged muscle, low blood
supply, and weakened vessels.
And I'll find out if I can
make you well."
"You'll find Jesus there too.
He lives there."
The surgeon left. The surgeon
sat in his office, recording
his notes from the surgery.
"...damaged aorta, damaged
pulmonary vein, widespread
muscle degeneration. No hope
for transplant, no hope for
cure. Therapy: painkillers
and bedrest. Prognosis:,"
here he paused, "death
within one year."
He stopped the recorder,
but there was more to be said.
"Why?" he asked aloud. "Why
did You do this? You've put
him here; You've put him in
this pain; and You've cursed
him to an early death. Why?"
The Lord answered and said,
"The boy, My lamb, was not
meant for your flock for long,
for he is a part of My flock,
and will forever be. Here, in
My flock, he will feel no pain,
and will be comforted as you
cannot imagine. His parents
will one day join him here, and
they will know peace, and My
flock will continue to grow."
The surgeon's tears were hot,
but his anger was hotter. "You
created that boy, and You
created that heart. He'll be
dead in months. Why?"
The Lord answered, "The boy,
My lamb, shall return to
My flock, for he has done
his duty: I did not put
My lamb with your flock
to lose him, but to retrieve
another lost lamb."
The surgeon wept.
The surgeon sat beside
the boy's bed; the boy's
parents sat across from him.
The boy awoke and whispered,
"Did you cut open my heart?"
"Yes," said the surgeon.
"What did you find?"
asked the boy.