Monthly Archives: January 2013

Abraham and the Hospital Bed

 

On my recent second hospital stay, I was placed in a very strange feeling bed that rocked me with pockets of air.  It was good for me, they said, but gave me an unsettling feeling. Suddenly, I am aware of every part of my body and what it is doing. After a few hours with no sleep, a song popped into my head: Rocka my soul in the bosom of Abraham. Once it popped in, it wouldn’t go away, so I had puffy air rocking me up and down and a silly song looping through my brain, and I couldn’t remember the end of the song. However, being rocked in Abraham’s bosom with his intuitive God in attendance sounded pretty good to me, sort of like a lullaby to croon me to sleep. Anglicans especially hold the bosom as being held in the communion of saints, Abraham and other believers who pray for someone, and I was certainly being prayed for. I thought all this over and decided it was comfortable as long as I remembered it was not a literal thing where I was next to Abraham’s skin that lived in hot and cold tents and had little water for bathing. Remember, I said to myself” Intuitive and spiritual.

 

But somewhere in the night, after being waked up every hour by nurses, I got really some really silly steroid IV highs remembering Sarah, the long-suffering wife of Abraham. Recalling Abraham telling her that God told him to pick up and move, she probably said, “You want me to do what, you silly man?” All the servants, all the stored food jars and all, all the rugs and blankets, all the animals, all the everything. “You want me to do what?” But she did it.  So I spent the night entertaining myself with the hard sweaty jobs she had to do or oversee.  One being to convince the help that they had to go along to unknown places. As usual with God in attendance, it all worked out, and today we sing an old spiritual about the man who was a first patriarch, family man and the guy who spawned a popular song without even thinking about his very own bosom. And when they had that baby, I’ll bet he never got up with it at night, and that baby never felt his bosom after dark if at all.

Abraham and Sarah entertained me for several days as I rocked on air. With great relief, I graduated to a better bed.

 

 

 

 

LIFE IS GREAT

Getting old means losing friends to death and illness, and there were Christmas cards missing from our mailbox this year, but I refuse to look down to what has been lost, rather to celebrate life every day. This is my new year’s resolution, one that I have used for years. A point of view resolution is far better than stopping chocolate or giving up swearing. Besides, scientists tell us dark chocolate is good for us, and any day I expect them to say that swearing clears the head.

 

This list of ways to celebrate life as being great was started years ago, amended by family members in sort of a round robin. Add to it if you want.

 

CELEBRATE LIFE!

 

Life is great because

 

If you’re curious, it’s interesting.

 

If you’re not curious, it throws stuff at you to keep you awake.

 

There is the opportunity to sit in the sun or maybe the rain and, knowing that it makes the planet work, say, “Thank you, world,” or “Thank you, God for creating things in order.”

 

Every day there is a chance to do something for someone that might make their life great just for a moment even if it’s just handing him or her a Kleenex or acknowledging his or her existence with a nod or smile.

 

There’s favorite food to taste and new foods to try.

 

If you’re in a wheelchair, you can become a specialist on belt buckles.

 

Life is great because

 

If you lie on your back looking at the sky, the clouds are a mystery, and they’re interesting if you understand weather, and they’re very entertaining if you have no clue about weather science.

 

If you look at birds, the arrangement of their feathers all sorted into genre are amazing and a mystery no matter how they got that way.

 

If you shout across the hills, someone will shout back, or maybe it’s an echo.

 

Life is great because the ocean roars, rivers run and water reflects sun and moon beams.

 

Life is great because of photosynthesis that makes plants grow to provide food for us and beauty for the world.

 

Life is great because – –

Because, because

 

We don’t all think the same way and our brains are wired differently which makes us individuals.

 

Life is great because we get second and third and fourth chances at doing things and unlimited chances to reinvent ourselves.

 

Life is great because each in his own way can love and be loved.

 

Life is great because even when everything looks black and you’re in the pits, you’re still breathing, can take a nap and try to breathe some more.

 

Life is great because you get chances to do things for persons who are less fortunate.

 

Life is great because you get a chance to pet a pet.

 

Life is great because

  • of music and you can hear it
  • smoke is there and you can smell it or watch it waft to the sky
  • children still laugh and you can hear them or watch the smiles
  • most of the time neighbors still help neighbors
  • there is ice
  • there is popcorn
  • there is ice cream
  • there is peanut butter that sticks to the roof of your mouth

 

Life is great because

There’s COFFEE IN THE MORNING.

While you are sleeping the police still answer their phones.

Spring comes every year.

There are still doctors with compassion.

There are people who will tell you the truth.

 

Life is great because

 

Of people who forgive you even when you don’t deserve it.

Of memories we enjoy or memories that teach us.

Of knowledge

Of tolerance

Of music of all types (except rap!)

Of naps

Of touch on the shoulder or a hand on hand.

 

We remember dancing when we can no longer dance

 

Life is great because someone nearby needs us if only for a moment when we connect.

 

Life is truly great.