Have you ever had to make a decision and were told, “You will be rolling the dice.”
Did I hear you say, “I don’t roll dice?”
Well, you are probably in good company. Albert Einstein once said, “God doesn’t play dice”
Now I don’t know if Albert had a personal knowledge of God, but I do know he was a smart man.
My need for a decision began on a Saturday. The feeling flirted with me dabbling around quietly. On Sunday it cheated me out of peace and comfort, challenging me to action. By Monday it was yelling at me. The fun and games were over. It became the driving force in my life. That which had begun as a spark was now a forest fire blazing inside my mouth.
You got it. I had a toothache! My one consuming passion was to get rid of that source of pain. Marching toward the door, my Favorite Preacher questioned me, “Where are you going?”
I answered, “To find relief.” At this point I had stopped aiming and started firing.
By the way, I think that is Biblical. Remember Noah. He just didn’t aim to build an ark. We are told, “Noah built an ark.” He stopped aiming and fired away according to God’s instructions.
You may not have a tooth ache today, but I know some of you reading this story have a heart ache cheating you out of peace of mind, yelling at you, challenging you and overpowering you. May I suggest you stop aiming and start firing? Do something. Quit wallowing.
On with the story: I found Kind Dentist #1. He told me, “You have a problem requiring a second opinion. I’ll give you temporary relief until you can see the Second Opinion Dentist #2.” That means he gave me a shot.
The story moves on to the sterile office of Efficient Dentist #2. Here I was told honestly if I went through such and such a procedure, I would be rolling the dice for a 50% chance of relief. I appreciated his truthfulness.
So I asked, “What if the dice don’t roll in my favor?” He said I would then go to Dentist #3 where the procedure would be reversed. That was good news. But my chances were still based on a roll of the dice. That was bad news. By now the shot was losing its power and pain was returning to its prominent place.
Now my mama had taught me never to play dice or cards for money. I headed her advice and headed back to Kind Dentist #1. He and his staff stayed 2 hours overtime and gave me relief from the pain.
End of story. Did you realize never once did my Favorite Preacher or Kind Dentist tell me to just, “Get over it.” Yet how quick we are to tell others who are in mental or spiritual pain to just get over it. If we do, does that mean we do not value others’ passion or personal wars? I’m thankful for my personal reminder to not be quick to judge or make light of others’ pain. I’m also thankful for dentists.