Summary: What is real love? Is this the hill on which I want to die? When things matter that should not? Then when things that should matter do not matter? What are we thinking?
WHEN THINGS THAT DON'T MATTER MATTER...
AND WHEN THE THINGS THAT DO MATTER DON'T MATTER ANYMORE?
By Wade Martin Hughes, Sr. Kyfingers@aol.com
IS THIS THE HILL I WANT TO DIE ON? LOVE NEVER FAILS...
1 Corinthians 13:8 Charity never faileth:
1 Corinthians 13:13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
IS THIS THE HILL I WANT TO DIE ON? WHAT IS LOVE? LOVE OVERCOMES...
John 16:33 These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world
ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.
Romans 12:21 Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.
Flowers? Chocolate? Candy? Gifts?
OR IS LOVE WORDS? DEEDS? ACTION? LIFE? LOVE IS LOVE?
WHAT IS LIFE? HOW EASY IT IS TO LOOSE FOCUS...
GOD'S PLAN TAKES US THROUGH MANY STRANGE TWIST...
WHAT REALLY MATTERS?
WE MUST OVERCOME THIS NEGATIVE, ANGRY, MEAN SPIRITED, OFFENDED
SPIRIT --- WE MUST FORGIVE TO BE AN OVERCOMER...
IS THIS THE HILL I WANT TO DIE ON? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? WHAT REALLY MATTERS?
When I was a chaplain at a hospital I saw some heart breaking issues.
A MAN WAS IN A COAL MINE EXPLOSION... The safety team at the coal mines worked in
desperation trying to save his life. They was giving him CPR and loaded him in an ambulance
and headed to hospital. One of the men at the coal mine called his wife and told he was
seriously injured and for her to head to the hospital.
The man was unloaded into the trauma unit and the doctors saw there was no hope. NONE.
His body lay in the room and there was blood everywhere. The explosion was massive, and the
men told they had little hope but they worked with him until they turned the case over to
the trauma team.
One man and I stood at the door of the ER and waited for his wife. She speed her Mercedes
in the ER doors and jumped out. The man waiting with me had blood all over him. We hugged the
lady, she knew this was serious. She was crying and screaming. We took her into the little chapel
and told her the doctor would soon be in to speak with her and that things were really bad.
She started telling me her story. They got up at 4:30 am and he got ready for work and she
would normally been making him breakfast and packing his lunch. They had a huge argument and
they were fussing back and forth. She refused to pack his lunch and gave him no breakfast. As
he walked out of the door she told him, she hated him and hoped he would die.
The lady ask me if I could pray and bring him back just for a few minutes. She needed to
talk to him and tell him how much she loved him. In tears, I just listened and held her.
The Doctor came in the room and told her, YOUR HUSBAND IS DEAD AND THERE WAS
NOTHING WE COULD DO TO SAVE HIM. She begged the doctor, PLEASE, GIVE ME 5
MINUTES WHERE HE CAN HEAR ME! I have a home in Florida I will give you for 5 minutes.
The doctor hugged the woman and said: I AM SO SORRY, THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO.
The doctor recommended the lady not to see her husband's body. SHE INSISTED, YOU
DON'T UNDERSTAND I HAVE TO SEE HIM.
The team build a tent around his body and laid sheets and built up an area around his
head to try to hide the damage of the explosion. His face was the only exposed part of his
body. As hard as we tried to keep the blood hidden, it would surface to the sheets.
The lady, the nurse and I went into the trauma room and the lady was screaming.
I AM SORRY, HONEY. I AM SO SORRY THAT I WAS SO ANGRY WITH YOU AND
THAT I NEVER FIXED YOUR BREAKFAST OR YOUR LUNCH. PLEASE, PLEASE FORGIVE
ME. I AM SO SORRY. She rubbed his face for a long time and friends came and picked
her up and took her home. HER REGRET WAS TERRIBLE. She loved her husband. They
had everything and now it was gone.
WHAT WAS SHE THINKING THEN? WHAT WAS SHE THINKING THEN? A few hours,
a few minutes can change everything? WHAT REALLY MATTERS?
LOVE? LOVE? Yes, she loved him. She was angry, he was angry and their last
moments together became very painful.
IS THIS THE HILL I WANT TO DIE ON? I AM RIGHT! I AM ALWAYS RIGHT!
There is a LITERARY DEVICE or tool called REPETITION...
Proverbs 14:12 There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways