The heart is the pumping station of our body, bringing in and out blood to circulate every tip of vein there is. With every beat it sends off life carrying oxygen and food to all the cells inside us. When the heart stops pumping,we would die unless a gadget which specifically oxygenates our blood and make to circulate all over our body is placed.
One interesting story about the heart goes like this:
"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," said the boy.
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 had 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 bed rest. 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.
"I found Jesus there," said the surgeon.
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