Compliance and Submission
"I'm in compliance," the one known as Sparrow yesterday declared. Then, and as if to slap his hand upon his mouth he said, "No. Ahhh... I'm in submission."
Those words recently came from my mouth. The person that I spoke them to replied, "Yes, submission is the better word." That guy knows me. He is my doctor. He knows the diffilculty that I was having. I won't bother you with too many of the gory details of the exam but I had gone to him because of a cyst on my neck that had grown rather large. 3mm by 4mm today. It's all noted and charted and he's doing the right thing. But that "right thing" included poking me, as doctors do, and it was during the examination and after a discussion where he asked about pain levels that I went to my place of submission.
It was funny, to me. Well, at least part was. Starting out gentle he would announce his intent, "You will feel a needle now," then I felt it. He wanted to see if it would drain and if it did, he would lance it. So it was an "exploratory" exam. Then, and after the initial penetration, he poked me again and just a moment, not even a second later said, "You will feel the needle again."
THAT was the funny part. There I was, on the exam table with a needle being thrust into my neck and up from my belly comes a chuckle. Yep. Not quite a belly laugh, but enough to cause my whole body, including my neck to move. I didn't want to speak because I had a needle in my neck, but when the doctor withdrew it, I felt that too.
"A little late with that one, Doc," I said.
"I know." he replied.
Submission. Interesting stuff. I was not in compliance though. He had asked earlier, "Did you check your blood sugar this morning?"
I did not hang my head. There was no feeling of shame, why pretend? Fact is, I hadn't.
"No. I didn't eat breakfast either," the one known as Sparrow reported candidly. Meaning that if he wanted he could do a Fasting Blood Sugar right then, at 11:00 am in the morning. Have I done a blood sugar (glucose) test since? It's 7:00 pm and no, I have not. You see? I did not lie when I said, "I'm in compliance," then quickly corrected myself to say, "No. Submission. I'm in submission."
Let's take a second and examine ourselves before the Lord. Compliance? Submission? No need to reply, these are inner voice thoughts. Moderator thoughts. Good ones, I'd say. I'm off to the pharmacy now to pick up some anti-biotics so that I might remain in compliance. Back later.
Jesus came to heal us. Why can't we hear him? It could be that we cannot hear becaue we've got beans in our ears.
[video=youtube;Mjx3wG7Kg58]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mjx3wG7Kg58[/video]
Your moderator, a voluntary Staff member, stands in submission ready for war. Call me. I will join. WE know the end from the beginning.
"I'm in compliance," the one known as Sparrow yesterday declared. Then, and as if to slap his hand upon his mouth he said, "No. Ahhh... I'm in submission."
Those words recently came from my mouth. The person that I spoke them to replied, "Yes, submission is the better word." That guy knows me. He is my doctor. He knows the diffilculty that I was having. I won't bother you with too many of the gory details of the exam but I had gone to him because of a cyst on my neck that had grown rather large. 3mm by 4mm today. It's all noted and charted and he's doing the right thing. But that "right thing" included poking me, as doctors do, and it was during the examination and after a discussion where he asked about pain levels that I went to my place of submission.
It was funny, to me. Well, at least part was. Starting out gentle he would announce his intent, "You will feel a needle now," then I felt it. He wanted to see if it would drain and if it did, he would lance it. So it was an "exploratory" exam. Then, and after the initial penetration, he poked me again and just a moment, not even a second later said, "You will feel the needle again."
THAT was the funny part. There I was, on the exam table with a needle being thrust into my neck and up from my belly comes a chuckle. Yep. Not quite a belly laugh, but enough to cause my whole body, including my neck to move. I didn't want to speak because I had a needle in my neck, but when the doctor withdrew it, I felt that too.
"A little late with that one, Doc," I said.
"I know." he replied.
Submission. Interesting stuff. I was not in compliance though. He had asked earlier, "Did you check your blood sugar this morning?"
I did not hang my head. There was no feeling of shame, why pretend? Fact is, I hadn't.
"No. I didn't eat breakfast either," the one known as Sparrow reported candidly. Meaning that if he wanted he could do a Fasting Blood Sugar right then, at 11:00 am in the morning. Have I done a blood sugar (glucose) test since? It's 7:00 pm and no, I have not. You see? I did not lie when I said, "I'm in compliance," then quickly corrected myself to say, "No. Submission. I'm in submission."
Let's take a second and examine ourselves before the Lord. Compliance? Submission? No need to reply, these are inner voice thoughts. Moderator thoughts. Good ones, I'd say. I'm off to the pharmacy now to pick up some anti-biotics so that I might remain in compliance. Back later.
Jesus came to heal us. Why can't we hear him? It could be that we cannot hear becaue we've got beans in our ears.
[video=youtube;Mjx3wG7Kg58]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mjx3wG7Kg58[/video]
Your moderator, a voluntary Staff member, stands in submission ready for war. Call me. I will join. WE know the end from the beginning.
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