I paid for my new knee. I put a check in an envelope and slipped it into a slot at our local post office. It felt good as I walked away knowing it’s mine. For the last month it has been on loan from the surgeon. (It is doing terrific. Thanks for asking. I can now walk up and down stairs if I so desire. Sometimes I baby myself and do them one at a time.) As I sat down earlier today to write the check I wondered what would happen if I didn’t pay for it. Would repo guys come in the middle of the night and take it back? Ouch, that hurts just thinking about it. I am still amazed thinking about living in a time when we get new parts. We can even get a transplanted face. Humm. This old one is looking pretty haggard and wrinkled.
I am sure you have noticed it is hard to look bad if you are smiling. I would love to be artistic enough to draw the faces of my friends as I see them. The pictures would be so different from what photography would produce. None of my friends would look like their photographs. They are all much more illustrious and fascinating. They overwhelm me with their stunning presences. Often I wonder what Jesus sees when He looks at us. I doubt if he notices the broken blood vein on the side of my nose. That isn’t important because this body is but the seed that blossoms on resurrection morning into something so grand that the world has never seen. This will not be my last new knee. I will get that one on resurrection morning. Please see I Corinthians 15.
Written by Roger Bothwell on October 22, 2008.
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