Canticles of the Unhomed
Friday, November 04, 2005
More Good News
So I went back to the Butcher today.
I have been feeling uniformly bad for awhile, and his constant poking and prodding, and blood-letting has been taking alot out of me. However, this time he lets me know that my spleen is still enlarged, and from the look of my blood work, there's a chance that it might be inflamed and/or infected. He wasn't quite clear. Also from my blood work he is now worried about my liver in a more direct sense, and he wants to do a liver biopsy. He says there is a way to do it without an incision, but I think he's just suckering me into something.
This is the best part. He suggested to me today that I should make "emergency arrangements." In other words, if I crash, or my liver suddenly shuts down, or some other sudden problem with my plumbing occurs, that I would have people informed as to what to do, and who to inform, etc, etc. So, the idea is that I let everyone at the House know what to do and who to call should they find me unconcious (from something other than extreme exhaustion or beer) or if I should collapse. Nice.
So explain to me why I SHOULDN'T hate doctors?
Sorry if I sound dramatic. Perhaps I am just a drama queen. :)
IN OTHER NON-HEALTH-RELATED NEWS...
Went to the Evangelical Free Church district conference last weekend. Most of you have probably already read Chuck's blog, and know this already, but I will say this anyway.
That's right, last weekend Mack, Charity and I ventured into the north to the town of Lac La Biche and got warm and cozy with the rest of our EFCC brethern... and sisteren.
It was a great conference. This time, no one called us a pseudo-catholic cult, or accuse me of watering down the gospel, or of being a hated liberal.
In all, everyone was very welcoming, very loving, and very supportive. I got a chance to meet and connect with the other church planters in our district, and I think that Ron, Kevin and I will be getting along VERY well. I got to meet the pastors from our more established churches, and found some really good fellowship. Even if Marvin Penner and I have now been labeled the token mystics. As I talked to these guys I realized that the E Free denomination is going to be a really great fit for us. There is alot of people in our denomination that think like us, and they give us the freedom to find our own way, but at the same time offer the maturity and wisdom that us young whippersnappers sometimes lack. Although, I think they were expecting me to be a bit more... serious than I was.
I look at this denominational affiliation and I am very happy. I could not think of a better denomination to be part of; just the right combination of hands-off and hands-on. And if anyone knows about hands-on and hands-off, its me.
We are slowly building a foundation. I am happy to see the progress, not just administratively, but relationally twixt the members of the House, and our willingness to take the next step. I am still struggling with thinking about the House in the terms of a normal church, with attendence, programs, and the such. I need to keep reminding myself that the House is something else altogether, and that I cannot continue to judge our progress or lack thereof by the standard of what I have been taught. The truth is, only God knows the standard. I just wish he would give me some kind of a clue...
Anway, that's enough for tonight. I am tired, and i have a biopsy to mull over incessantly, robbing me from sleep.
I have been feeling uniformly bad for awhile, and his constant poking and prodding, and blood-letting has been taking alot out of me. However, this time he lets me know that my spleen is still enlarged, and from the look of my blood work, there's a chance that it might be inflamed and/or infected. He wasn't quite clear. Also from my blood work he is now worried about my liver in a more direct sense, and he wants to do a liver biopsy. He says there is a way to do it without an incision, but I think he's just suckering me into something.
This is the best part. He suggested to me today that I should make "emergency arrangements." In other words, if I crash, or my liver suddenly shuts down, or some other sudden problem with my plumbing occurs, that I would have people informed as to what to do, and who to inform, etc, etc. So, the idea is that I let everyone at the House know what to do and who to call should they find me unconcious (from something other than extreme exhaustion or beer) or if I should collapse. Nice.
So explain to me why I SHOULDN'T hate doctors?
Sorry if I sound dramatic. Perhaps I am just a drama queen. :)
IN OTHER NON-HEALTH-RELATED NEWS...
Went to the Evangelical Free Church district conference last weekend. Most of you have probably already read Chuck's blog, and know this already, but I will say this anyway.
THE HOUSE IS NOW AN OFFICIAL EVANGELICAL FREE CHURCH!
That's right, last weekend Mack, Charity and I ventured into the north to the town of Lac La Biche and got warm and cozy with the rest of our EFCC brethern... and sisteren.
It was a great conference. This time, no one called us a pseudo-catholic cult, or accuse me of watering down the gospel, or of being a hated liberal.
In all, everyone was very welcoming, very loving, and very supportive. I got a chance to meet and connect with the other church planters in our district, and I think that Ron, Kevin and I will be getting along VERY well. I got to meet the pastors from our more established churches, and found some really good fellowship. Even if Marvin Penner and I have now been labeled the token mystics. As I talked to these guys I realized that the E Free denomination is going to be a really great fit for us. There is alot of people in our denomination that think like us, and they give us the freedom to find our own way, but at the same time offer the maturity and wisdom that us young whippersnappers sometimes lack. Although, I think they were expecting me to be a bit more... serious than I was.
I look at this denominational affiliation and I am very happy. I could not think of a better denomination to be part of; just the right combination of hands-off and hands-on. And if anyone knows about hands-on and hands-off, its me.
We are slowly building a foundation. I am happy to see the progress, not just administratively, but relationally twixt the members of the House, and our willingness to take the next step. I am still struggling with thinking about the House in the terms of a normal church, with attendence, programs, and the such. I need to keep reminding myself that the House is something else altogether, and that I cannot continue to judge our progress or lack thereof by the standard of what I have been taught. The truth is, only God knows the standard. I just wish he would give me some kind of a clue...
Anway, that's enough for tonight. I am tired, and i have a biopsy to mull over incessantly, robbing me from sleep.
:: written by Matt Thompson, 12:42 AM
3 Comments:
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
Biopsies and no beer makes Matt a dull boy.
I think the Efree affiliation is great, I'm glad it worked out for you guys. The liver biopsy isn't that bad, been there done that, and I did the incision type. I need a copy of the book dude!
Yeah, damn those doctors for trying to save your life and protect your quality of life. Damn them for trying to be proactive instead of just sitting back and collecting the money from your life-saving surgery when you are found almost dead. You make it sound like they made you sick.
