Church

80 years and going strong.  Gordon Verhaeghe did miss one candle on the birthday cake!

Our Operation Christimas Child concert went well.  Looks like we will have over 600 boxes to send from this area — maybe more!

This morning, bright and early, I received a phone call.  Just five minutes before I’m to head off for a gastroscopy. 

The hospital is calling!  Apparently the doctor who does the procedure arrived an hour early.  They are ready for me.  No line ups at registration — head straight to the nurse’s station.  No waiting in line for them to get my blood pressure, heart rate and temperature — that will be done immediately.  No time to look for a plush change room — there is a washroom in an empty room.

I rushed over (as fast as my legs could carry me across the one block to the hospital).  Within ten minutes I was in the operating theatre.  OK, so I wasn’t being operated on — this was just an anatomical test.  And this sure "wasn’t no theatre!"  But I can’t think of another name — maybe test center — although that conjures up school and marks and competition and academics!

The test required a roto-rooter type of instrument with a camera on the end to be inserted down my throat and into my stomach. 

Now, I’ve learned that a number of people have taken this test.  They run this almost twice a month here in the town of Kindersley.  I asked how many come in on a day.  18 or so is a slow day — they have had up to 33 on a very busy day.  So average 20 a day/ twice a month/ for 12 months = 480 a year.

So, 500 or so of us endure this each year.  Looking for stomach problems, cancer, esophagus damage, or whatever.   Next time you are on the street, take a poll.  Ask someone if they have had a gastroscopy and see what they answer! 

I gagged away and somehow made it through.  Actually, it wasn’t that bad.  No damage by the roto-rooter, my throat is only a bit sore.  The results were fairly normal, with some tightening of a ring at the base of the esophagus.  But, because I am having some stomach problems still, I’m off for an ultrasound in November.  I appreciate the thoroughness of the system.

Back to the early morning!  The procedure was done quickly.  Afterwards I shed the hospital clothers, dressed and sat down to wait.  I was expected to have something to eat before I left.  Unfortunately the kitchen was just gearing up (not expecting the doctor in this early).  The muffins were quickly microwaved, juice prepared along with coffee. 

Good!!  This gave me an opportunity to sit and chat with a fellow "patient".  I learned of his work in the oil patch and we shared food together.  Thanks, Tim, for the time together.

Home again within an hour or so, and off to the office only about 15 minutes late.

I’m not ready to start every day this way.  Certainly second best to a good kiss from the wife!!

We ran our AWANA club tonight.  As can be expected, most kids were out gathering up candy.  We had six out tonight.  They enjoyed the time, and we enjoyed it with them.  A few water games were included.  Check out the costumes!!

Early this morning I peered out the window.  We had no car at home.  The ground was wet.  A bike ride would have generated a stripe on my clean garments.

Instead, I decided to stay home and work on a sermon.  All my tools were here.  All I needed was the time.  So from 7:00 – 5:00 I slaved away.  In between I had a lunch meal — and Jill kept me fed up with snacks and beverages.

Meanwhile, the sun began to shine around 8:30 and by noon the day was bright and the air a bit crispy, but liveable.  At the setting of the sun, the beauty of the day had been seen.  Vitamin D flowed freshly from the sun’s rays. 

All is well — this is God’s earth, it’s still spinning, and God knows where we are headed!

That’s enough for me!