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Weekly Devotion: Thoughts on Fathers Day

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James 1:27 Religion
that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after
orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by
the world

Last week on Father’s Day, I woke to crushing chest pain and rushed myself
to the ER. (As an aside, I passed all tests and the pain should go away with
proper care.) Laying on the gurney, I overheard the nurse speaking to a doctor
about the bleeding patient resting next to me. He was an elderly man probably
in his upper 60s who was brought in for attempted suicide. They could not
legally release him without a guardian due to the suicide attempt, hence he
lays. Here’s a mixed bag of thoughts I made a note of as I lay in the ER contemplating
my mortality and his.

One. There’s a lot of issues in this world that get our
attention. From Trump/Hillary to transgender bathrooms, we are flooded by a
massive wave of news washing afloat our social feeds. When all is said and
done, I don’t think we’ll be judged by our voting record or our stance on
controversial issues. We’ll be judged by how we treated the most vulnerable in
our society. Why? Because our actions in most other circles of life are often
self-serving. But serving the orphan, the widow, the elderly man who tried to
take his own life, often takes sacrifice without any gain.

Two. Did the elderly man not have even one family member or
friend or distant acquaintance that they could have called? I don’t know what
it’s like to not have family or a friend. I’ve always had them and I always
expect to have them. I can start to imagine though the despair I would be in if
I felt alone, unable to share my pain with anybody else. My guess is that even
if the man had just one friend, yet face the same life circumstances, he might
decide to live on. So I also don’t think we’ll be judged by how many friends we
have in real life or on Facebook, but rather by how good of a friend we’ve been
to the few people in our lives that really matter to us, to the ones we literally
could not live without.

Three. Sickness forces us to question where we are, where we
are going, and why any of it matters. All the assumptions of existence hit us
in the face and begs for answers. I would say that’s a good thing. To pause, to
take a step back, to reflect. I confess that I’m often too busy scampering
through life to look up and find meaning and relevance. Which may be the reason
I bumped my head on construction scaffolding coming out of the ER. Goes to show
that life lessons often come in painful bunches.

Four. To the old man, hopefully no longer at the hospital, I
pray that a friend comes calling and I’m sorry for not saying hello.

Alex Lim