The neurosurgeon gave an indelible image of Paul’s cancer. Paul was 18, son of dear friends, back in the 70’s. The parents were told about Paul’s brain cancer, called astrocytoma I believe, “It is like pouring cherry juice into tapioca.” Which meant the invasive cancer cells were like capillaries into the brain. Surgery happened for Paul, but impossible to remove all the cancer.
Since then our nephew Brian has been diagnosed with a similar tumor. As were Joe Biden’s son and Ted Kennedy. And now. Yesterday the medical diagnosis of John McCain.
I don’t believe, for any one of us, medical reports don’t happen. Of course. There are extremes and there are EXTREMES.
To that, I remember Bill Coffin once shared with a group of clergy, “The primary task of preaching is to preach vulnerability.”
What that meant was not singular. It meant we were not holier than thou. It meant we were in sales and not management. It meant we could NEVER deny our own struggles in relationships when strife and control menaced civility.
I am deep in sorrow about Senator McCain. 80 years old. A Prisoner of War. Suffered untold punishment during those years. He doesn’t need our prayers to urge him to resign. To not remain a Senator. No, not that. Is my opinion.
I will pray this morning. For Brian. For Senator McCain. For many of you. No less, I will pray for myself, asking God to be with me…and not highlight the imperfections and the mistakes. But be my teacher so I can relate with an adult mentality…to help people live…no matter what the next MRI reveals.
Life is difficult. Life is complicated. Life is vulnerable. None of that is stranger to God…and may God never be stranger to us. Amen.