VOLUME VIII, Number 9
Don’t Let Them Take Me!
Tim White writes:
Our son has had over 35 surgeries and over 45 hospital stays, being born with a physical disability that required a lot of medical care. One surgery will never be forgotten by me.
Ryan was about 8 years old and was to undergo a tethered-cord release operation; a very painful, risky procedure that would keep him from losing all function below the waist as he grew. He had been apprehensive, and his mother and I were thankful when the nurses came in with the "Barnie Juice", a narcotic that would help him relax in the pre-op room.
Shortly, the attendants came to get Ryan and began rolling his gurney to the operating room. We walked with them until we got to those big metal doors where we had to stop.
At that time, my son sat up in the gurney and looked me in the eye.
“Don't let them take me,” he cried.
And we cried.
In the waiting room, I had a little talk with God. I asked Him why he had let my son ask such a painful question. Often I had prayed that God would send me his suffering and spare my child from further pain. Now in the waiting room, all of his pain had wounded my heart as my son had all but accused me of failing to protect him.
God has a way to speak to us in those times. In my heart, I heard Him say, “Tim, my Son asked the same thing in the GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE. He prayed, 'Father, don't let them take me.'
“Your son wanted to be spared the pain of surgery, but to do so would be more costly to him. My Son was tempted to avoid the pain, but to do so would have cost you. This is a reminder of my love for you and your son.”
My walk with God, my love and affection for Him, grew that day, out of my pain.
"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish? My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest" (Psalm 22:1-2).