Sunday, December 05, 2010
On the first Sunday of every month our church celebrates communion, which is to say we take the time to remember and think about what Jesus Christ did for us. After the worship service we then enjoy a meal together.
At that meal I took a piece of beef, and I enjoyed most of it very much. But apparently I didn't chew that last bite quite as much as I should have because it lodged in my esophagus and I could not get it to move. I tried drinking a little water, I tried coughing it up, but very soon I realized that it was really stuck and I couldn't breathe at all.
As the water came pouring out of my mouth, those around me realized that something was wrong and I signaled to my good friend Greg Chaffin and he came running. He grabbed me from around the back and began squeezing and hitting my back and thanks be to God at some point that little piece of meat dropped down into my stomach.
I don't know how long I was unable to breathe but it felt like a very long time and it really got my attention. It made me realize anew that life is a gift from God, that I don't deserve that gift or have any rights to it, and that God could snatch it from me at any moment. He is gracious in life and death, but one way or the other he alone is God and I praise him.
Wow, it turns out that I really like breathing! Thanks, Lord, and thanks Greg!