O Great Physician, it was just supposed to be a routine surgery,
but not without the usual risks exacerbated by other cumulative health
problems. During the beginning of surgery, the heart stopped and couldn't be
restarted. Someone ushered the loved ones into a private room. The doctor came
and told them what was going on. The chaplain was called. Everyone waited. At
one time there was a glimmer of hope, then even that glimmer was extinguished. The
patient had died.
Great Physician, we know our bodies have a
specific life-span, and it is different for all of us. We never know when our
time is going to expire for this life. We believe we can prolong life with
medical help, but it is still your will letting us live this life.
Great physician, help us to always remember
that our days are numbered and that we always need to be ready to meet you, our
Maker, and to know you through Jesus Christ our lord.
In Jesus' name, Amen.
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