- Go to hospital and wait. Try to use phone to look at comics for sale on ebay.
- Wait some more and greet all of dads co-workers and church friends. This involves me trying to be nice as someone else offers to pray and I have to hold their hand.
- Wait for answers that never come quickly enough.
- Go find fast-food.
- Go back to hospital and wait. Try to stream net-flix which is blocked by the free wifi at the hospital. Hulu works but as usual, nothing good is on.
- Go home and dream about hospitals and funerals.
- Repeat
As I am trying to process what it means to see my father in a hospital, I keep coming back to three thoughts.
1. Lists are stupid. I don’t ever want to live my life going by a list.
2. My greatest fears are steeped in loosing people I love.
3. Waiting makes you think.
I know that these three thoughts seem random and overly simple, but they keep running around over and over and over and over and over in my mind. I think they tie together and might be a piece of what God is trying to show me this year.
Let’s go backwards:
3. Waiting makes you think.
I have had a lot of time to wait. I am naturally not good at waiting. Just ask my wife how I am with Christmas presents. November 25th is just as good as December 25th. I have tried to distract myself in every way possible while waiting on my dad. I go do the the meal runs for my sister and mom. I roam around the hospital and ride the elevator. I download applications on my phone and then delete them. I even played a game with myself where I would try to find a different bathroom every time I needed to go. Hospitals have a million bathrooms and none of them are clean. The point is that despite my high propensity to find joy in distraction, there was just too much waiting. Eventually I had to think. My thoughts, which I had been really trying to avoid led me straight to where I knew they would go. My worries and fears.
Some of my fears are stupid and some I won’t even give voice to because they might overwhelm my entire being.
This week I feared that I might loose my dad. This week I feared that I might have to spend another week or two in the ICU looking at him hooked up to tubes, watching him move from looks of extreme pain and discomfort to looks of raw fear and confusion born from heavy sedation and a ventilator. This week I feared that might not have been the best son I could be. This week I feared that I would see my mother, who is the strongest woman I know, break down.
This is where the blessing comes in. It is in the fears and worries that are wrapped around my heart and brain that I was reminded of how much I love my family. The love I have for my wife and parents and sibling, is a love that is deep and real, the thought of separation from that love is one of my greatest fears. I think that sort of love must be the love that Jesus talks about when he sums up the second greatest commandment:
“The most important one,” answered Jesus, “is this: ‘Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.”
As I think about it, that same love, that I first experienced from my parents, I can now not only reflect back to them, but also to my wife and some friends. My father and mother where the first two people on this planet to love me in a truly second commandment way. No wonder the thought of being disconnected from that is so scary. It’s also amazing to think that through their love and the love of God I learned how to love others.
1. Lists are stupid. I don’t ever want to live my life going by a list.
This waiting that led to thinking about my fears leads me to my last thought. Lists are dumb. I want to stop thinking about life in terms of lists and focus instead on thinking about my life in terms of who I care about. Do I get to spend today being loved by God and loving him? That’s a great day. Do I get to love my wife today? Count that as a highly productive day. If I truly believe that the two most important things are the love of God and loving others then my true focus and measuring rod of success for a day should be did I get to receive and give love today?
I want my life to be surrounded by what I truly care about.


November 15, 2011 