I am reacting to a post on Facebook that kept me up last night and now consumes the morning. A person who received a transplant is rejecting the organ and prayers on that person’s behalf are being asked for God to provide them with another transplant.
They ask others to ask God that an organ be “found.”
After all they just grow on trees and sometimes can be dug up like truffles.
It bothers me most that God is mixed up in all this. I’ve had enough trouble over the past 18 months reconciling the events that have occurred. If what these well meaning so called Christians are asking is true then somewhere someone prayed my son to death.
Asking that this person receives an organ means a totally healthy person has to die.
Now I am assuming that in asking that an organ be “found” that they don’t expect it to be found in one of their children or family members. Or maybe – as in the case of a liver they would be willing to go be tested and donate a lobe of their own. But otherwise the organ needed must come from someone who recently died.
God spins the wheel or decides who lives and who does not capriciously – judges them before the judgement – looks across the span of time and spares them from other things. I’ve heard enough.
The handful of letters we have received from the recipients of our son’s organs are stacked neatly on the box that contain his ashes. I read them once. I have not read them again. The recipients had a hard time writing those letters. Some recipients have never responded at all. Not having the responses is hard.
I am told that lung transplants are particularly difficult to survive. I hope the people who received my son’s lungs survived. He could run up the mountain behind our house with ease. Days in Colorado climbing conditioned him for such exertion.
The man who received his heart has written us twice. He was told that he had receivied a perfect heart.
A perfect heart.
I remember hearing it beat.
Spare me please your explanations
I am trying to work out my salvation with fear and trembling because I have found out the hard way what that really means. Believe me you don’t want to know.
God forbid that He be forced to answer their prayers the way they asked it.