Words of a Dying Man

Had a chat with a friend at the Transformation House today who has a stint in his chest and needs regular dialysis. I believe he had open heart surgery not too long ago that really set him off on a downward spiral of poor health. Before he was a strong man. A kind mind. Self-sufficient and determined to provide for himself and see what God had to say to him through the Bible.

Now all I can say is he is a broken man, and the best he can say for himself is he's alive. That's certainly saying something, but it's also hard to see a man I know to be strong suffering so much and looking for all the world like a dying man. It's incredibly difficult to listen through the wheezing, coughing, and hiccups to the words of a dying man.

"Hiccup and throw-up. Hiccup and throw-up. My insides hurt, my outsides hurt. I can't drink, gotta lean on my arm to smoke. I've been hiccuping for a week and a half, and it hurts all the way down. All I can get is rest. But I'm sick of the bed. Sick of the bed. Here we go, I can't finish this smoke. Don't I gotta go lie down. Sick of the bed."

So, say a prayer for Guy. For his healing and rest. For his perseverance. For his hope in the Lord.