Sparta Report

On Thankfulness and the Mystery of Faith

So Your Uncle Bruno had a bit of a problem with An Internal Organ and upon the advice of the good Doctor Kuttz went Under the Knife the other day.

Everything is fine.

At the time of the Surgical Posting the nurse came out and called for “Bruno”; I complied and on the way back to the Prep Station the pert young gal quizzed me about my name and birthday, just to, you know, be sure.

“Your name is Bruce O., correct?”

“Uh, my name is Bruno.”

She stopped.

“Not Bruce O.?”

By this time The Boss had caught up to us and explained to the nurse “He left his hearing aids at home.”

“Ah,” she replied.  “Excuse me. I’ll go get the right orders.”

Disaster averted, especially if Bruce O.  had been scheduled to exit his procedure as “Betty O”…

But that’s really here nor there.

What I wanted to say was just this:

I’m not a Big Religious Guy, particularly by the standards of many who write and post here.

(In fact , if you were to check in with the Celestial Bookmaker on the odds of Uncle Bruno taking the up or down elevator upon his departure from this Mortal Coil He’d probably give you a wink, a nod and a bit of Friendly Advice that you’d be best served putting your money on The Under rather than The Over…)

Hey, on the Continuum of Belief I am probably more of a nano-particle of a Mustard Seed rather than A Full Mustard Seed kinda guy.

And I’m not above hedging my bets which is why I toddled over to the Local Lutheran Megachurch this Sunday past for A Cracker & A Shot at the Communion Bar.

At the end of the service My Favorite Lutheran Pastor sought me out to see what was up.

I explained and he offered a loving embrace and a prayer for success & healing.

And wouldn’t ya know it, as I bounded down the stairs and out into the parking lot I was overcome with a sense of peace and contentment that Everything Was Gonna Be Just Fine.

Which was unexpected, because I had spent the previous week ambivalent at best and downright morose at worse.

Call it what you will –  a series of random neurons firing in just the right order, a fortuitously timed endorphin cascade or the Holy Ghost kick-starting my faltering Engine of Faith.

Fast-forward, I’m still here for now (as we all are I reckon), and for the moment I’m still running on the fumes left behind from the visit by The Spirit of the Lord.

So I just wanted to say to ya’ll: be thankful for The Day the Lord has made, be kind to those you love, try to be kinder yet to those you don’t.

And Keep the Faith.

Amen.