Thursday, May 20, 2004

NEVER LET THE HUMOR GO LAX

Postscript on the single woman caring for her elderly father and finding herself becoming an expert on a topic she never expected. No, not origami. Not skydiving. Not raising orchids.

Laxatives!

Her dad is a totally G-rated gentleman who would never use scatological terminology or dwell on bodily functions. But I do have to share this:

A few minutes after he took a powerful laxative, he jumped up suddenly and said urgently, “Houston, we have a problem.”

Don’t worry, he made it. And yes, she’s still laughing.

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Prayer request: We come before the Great Physician asking for wise diagnosis and treatment for Karen, an amazing woman who has had unresolved chest pain of several days’ duration and has been hospitalized for tests today. Two years ago Karen had emergency bypass surgery for a 95% blockage in one coronary artery. Both her mom and dad died early sudden deaths from heart attacks as has one of her brothers. Lord, we circle the spiritual wagons around her and ask for Your healing touch. (Psalm 103:3)

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