She was being very loud, but it broke up the monotony of the room, so I listened. Across from me was an older man reading a magazine. He was actually pretending not to listen, but not doing a very good job. I was staring at the wall, but I was obviously listening. She was a woman wearing sandals in winter. This meant nothing, but it did make me wonder why someone might do that. She was escorting an elderly man to the doctor. From the conversation it is clear that she knows him better than if she was only a caretaker. I could not figure out how. It really didn’t matter actually.
The conversation was not all that interesting, but my appointment time had come and gone so I had nothing to do but wait. The magazine rack was all the way on the other side of the room and all they had to read was a bunch of magazines I had never heard of anyway. She was talking about good and bad doctors. She went on and on, with this man only interjecting a few short sentences here and there. It was obvious that she had some personal experience with the medical field. She was getting louder and more excited about all the good and the not-so-good doctors she has experienced.
“You know I love it when doctors are able to keep their personal life out of their practice. No matter who you are you are not perfect. There are always things that go wrong.”
At this point the man across from me with the magazine interrupted non-verbally. He looked right at her and shook his head in disapproval. He then, as if surprised by his reaction, went back to his magazine. But then, as if he felt like he actually needed to say something, he looked at her and said, “not true.”
Of course I was interested now. There was going to be a throw down at the doctor’s office! He explained what he meant.
“I have had a perfect life. I have never had any problems and I have been very blessed.”
Her reply was an agitated, “good for you sir, you are one in a million”
“You better believe it”, he replied.
A minute later he was called in to his appointment, I went back to staring off, and this woman stopped talking and read her book.
I have no idea who this man is. I have no idea what his story is. But, does anyone actually claim to have had a perfect life? Can you go through your entire life without any problems at all? I certainly don’t think so. I wonder if he was a follower of Christ. Maybe what he means is not so much that everything was perfect, but that He has been made perfect in Christ and therefore His life reflects that.
I don’t know. I do know that as I consider my own life I know that I am not perfect. We have had our own struggles and issues. Yet, I feel blessed, like this man, because no matter what happens I can never be separated from the love of God. My entire world could come crashing down and God would still love me. I guess I am not one in a million but one of the millions! And yet I am individually know and loved by my God.
Do you see God’s love through your circumstances? I know it isn’t easy, but do you sense the love of God even when it is hard? He has promised that nothing will separate you from His love.
“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”- Romans 8:38-39