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Topic: Confused (08/16/07)
TITLE: Sand Castles
By Carolyn Baney
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How could this be? Confusion raced into my mind like a tornado wreaking havoc on the foundations of all I believed in. Transported back to the cross, I sensed the bewilderment and powerlessness that John must have felt standing at the foot of the cross, watching death have its way with his friend. Only a month before, Chuck beamed with the joy of his revelation, “Carolyn, Jesus has healed me from Cystic Fibrosis. Of this, I’m sure!” Now, my friend was dead.
Removing the cloak of friendship, I replaced it with the cloak of a nurse, assisting in the task of placing my friend into a body bag. Anointing his forehead with my tears and one last kiss, I zipped up the body bag with a sense of finality that crushed my spirit. Anger arose in me as the stench of plastic hit my nostrils; as an ICU nurse, I’ve long come to equate the odor of the plastic body bags as a moment of defeat. The devil had won yet another battle; death stole a little more light from the world.
Wishing God had created a power switch for my brain so I could turn it off, I collapsed on my bed that night. The sand castles of my beliefs were getting a beating from the continual waves of confusion that plagued my mind, and grain by grain, I felt them eroding away. However, in spite of myself, sleep seeped into my exhausted body.
“Carolyn, do you know why so few Christians make it to a higher life in Christ?”
I gazed in amazement at the beauty of Chuck, alive and breathing. We was not only breathing but breathing normally without gasping for air, which was his usual state in life. As if he knew what I was thinking, he let out a hardy laugh that seemed to reverberate from his toes. This too was unusual because laughter would cause him physical pain.
“No, Chuck, why?” I knew full well he would tell me. Chuck had a habit of throwing out questions only to turn around and answer them himself.
“Because so few Christians make it to a higher life in Christ. Don’t allow confusion to give birth to doubt. Please don’t make me your stumbling block, or the devil really will have won this battle.”
Bolting up out of bed, my heart raced as I searched my room. Reality quickly replaced my dream in the still, dark night. Although my heart sunk once again at the loss of my friend, its meaning pulsated through my brain leaving me with a much stronger foundation than sand castles. Suddenly, a light shone that darkness couldn’t squelch.
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