I have a date Wednesday with the Great Physician. The calendar marks it as the day the surgical suite I’ll be wheeled into becomes ‘the secret place’ where I will undergo a great re-weaving.
In my Bible, Psalm 139 is noted as “for the director of music.” Perfect! Since angels will be on assignment in that operating room, why shouldn’t they be singing and praising God as wonders are performed right before their very eyes? Though I’d like to be a fly on the wall watching the proceedings with them, I’d probably faint at the sight. I’m pretty sure breathing anesthesia is a better idea.
What intrigues me to the very core is that God created humankind to be capable of such things like rocket science, brain surgery, and…close to my heart, breast reconstruction after the ravages of cancer.
However, He didn’t stop there. He created others of us to be scribes who get to record the wonders of Who He is, including the unique piece of His creative Self that He imparts in individual man as He wills. To be born into this age of wondrous medical science, as my oldest sister so beautifully reminded me this weekend, is a gift straight from the heart of God for those whom He has wounded but has promised to bind up and make new.
When David penned Psalm 139, he wrote by the Spirit. I love to linger over the thoughts David expressed as they rose up out of his innermost being – “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” (Psalm 139:14-16)
In my lifetime, I have the privilege of being woven together twice. Not just in the womb fifty-some years ago but once again in the inner sanctum of a hospital where my plastic surgeon will be doing his job, while my Great Physician will be putting the finishing touches on a restoration project He’s patiently been working on for a very long time. There have been times I thought the marred places, inside and out, would never be beautiful again.
But God comes if we allow Him to. Close enough to not just see our wounds, but to reach out and touch them with His healing hands. Tonight I will borrow St. Augustine’s words. He said it well…
“Let God cover thy wounds, do not thou. For if thou wish to cover them being ashamed, the Physician will not come. Let Him cover; for by the covering of the Physician the wound is healed; by the covering of the wounded man the wound is concealed. And from whom? From Him who knoweth all things.”
Wonderfully made and re-made,