Prayer Request

This is a follow-up to a prayer request I sent out the other day, which you may not have gotten (my apologies), but I’m now sharing with a wider audience.

The concept that prayers can be felt by the one for whom they are being lifted up is a beautiful mystery that only Christians can even begin to comprehend.  I have felt yours on my behalf.  While I like to think I can explain a lot of things, I remain at a loss to explain that phenomenon, but I’m OK with it.

In the hours and days leading up to my reluctant trip to the ER, it was a combination of prayer and willing myself to live another hour.  I have said for a while now that I’m ready to go home to be with my Savior, but am not (knowingly) doing anything to hasten the event.  On the other hand, I’m not ready to leave my precious bride behind (even though I know the Lord will not be wringing His hands wondering how to provide for her after He takes me home), and I can’t go before my mom, because she would be devastated – no parent should ever have to bury her child.

Paul’s writings in Philippians 1:21-24 have become so much more poignant to me in the last few years….

.For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.

But if I live on in the flesh, this will mean fruit from my labor: yet what I shall choose I cannot tell.

For I am hard pressed between the two, having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ; which is far better:

Nevertheless to remain in the flesh is more needful for you.

Loretta and I were given medical masks to wear after checking in at the admittedly spacious ER waiting room, where we sat along with perhaps a few dozen other people with all manner of ailments not necessarily visibly discernible, some with undisciplined children whose idea of the place was their personal playground.  The longer I sat there, the more I thought, “you know, I really don’t feel that bad…”  And part of me kept thinking of people who have gone into hospitals for routine matters and left worse off, or just not left, due to iatrogenic– and/or nosocomial conditions.

The crowd slowly dwindled as last names were called, until finally mine was.  Each staff member who tended to me was very courteous and professional.  Both my temperature and blood pressure were actually lower than normal, the former being a bit of a surprise, the latter not.  (I’ve historically had great blood pressure readings, thanks to the Lord blessing me with a type B personality, but this one was a new low – 106/68…a new personal best – ha ha.  Though obviously in a medical context, BP means blood pressure, having worked in the restaurant industry in my teens, there it was short for Baked Potato, which I could really enjoy right about now.)

The only tests (and this was an answer to prayer) they administered were a couple of chest X-rays, which I fully expected, given my symptoms.  Based on the results, they said I had bronchitis, and gave me some sort of a breathing treatment, which seemed to help.

After roughly three and a half hours, I was given some prescriptions for an antibiotic, cough syrup, an inhaler, and ibuprofen, and discharged.  I didn’t get the scrip for the ibuprofen filled, because I generally don’t take pain killers, prescription or otherwise, unless absolutely necessary.

Regarding the antibiotic (of which I’m not a fan)…yes, I realize that they are largely ineffective against viruses, and when I mentioned this to the physician’s assistant, he said it was more to ward off the possibility of pneumonia, which I would absolutely like to avoid.  And I know that antibiotics tend to destroy beneficial intestinal flora that are an integral part of the immune system, so I’ll have to offset that by either eating yogurt and/or taking probiotics.

Hopefully I’ll be up to going to church & Sunday school class tomorrow, which is always the highlight of my week (so I hate missing either one), but only if I can do so without getting anyone else sick.  And Lord willing and if I’m up to it, I hope to return to work Monday, even if it’s working from home…may have to do that for a day or two.

Again, thank you so much for your prayers – they have been, and continue to be, answered.

On a humorous note, check out this short (less than a minute) but hilarious video of an interview from several years ago that I was reminded of during this experience…

Sweet Brown:  No time for bronchitis

There are other versions of that video that are set to music that are as funny as, if not more than, the original…(there’s one very brief, questionable image in this one). (1:46)

In Christ,


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