boy was being examined by a heart surgeon the day before
he was to have surgery after a virus damaged his heart.
morning," the surgeon began, "I'll open up your
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
. . . "
when you open up my heart, you'll find Jesus in there."
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."
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."
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."
find Jesus there too. He lives there."
left. After the surgery, the surgeon sat in his office,
recording his notes from the surgery, "...a damaged
aorta, a 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."
the recorder, but there was more to be said. "Why?"
he asked aloud.
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."
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."
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.