Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Two Opposing Concepts OR A Tale of Two Doctors




This week, as I pondered the topic for this blog, I gravitated towards two opposing concepts: Healing Attitudes vs The Divine in Exile. At one point, as I wrestled with the philosophical fork in the road, I saw the connection ... or rather, their mutual exclusivity. That being said, here we go:

A couple of weeks ago, my dear husband had another doctor's appointment. He, until his injury last September, had not been to a doctor in the entire twenty years of our marriage. Since September, however, he has well made up for lost time. The doctor on this occasion was his primary care physician. It's one of those things that Medicare requires – that you have a primary care physician. During the visit that day, we were greeted with some interesting news, and I am quoting the doctor here: “The human body was designed to live 50 years and doctors keep you alive after that.” I was too stunned by the arrogance to launch into scriptural statements, arguments of personal belief or anything. I just sat there with my mouth open. He then ordered 5 vials of blood to be drawn and told my beloved that even though his cholesterol was fine, he (the doctor) was putting him on statins for the rest of his life. Not, “I'm giving you thirty days to make some dietary changes” but, “This is what we're going to do.” Period. That was the only time he made eye contact. The rest of the time, he read paperwork and initialed pages. We complied with the blood tests – the doctor wanted to check his vitamin D level – it's all the rage now, I imagine. We even got the prescription filled, since the doctor's office called our pharmacy and they called us to pick it up. The first pill was never taken. Nor was the chemical stress test that he ordered. My husband and I both felt that these tests, medications and chemicals were outside of our Father's will – for US.

Rather than comforting, encouraging and “educating” which is what the word 'doctor' originally meant, we were distressed, agitated and confused. All the tests ordered so far by the vascular surgeon who had done the repair on my husband's injury had unremarkable results, so, why this fishing trip from the GP? How could someone so completely disregard the Divine in the creation and maintenance of the human frame? We were baffled at the whole event. And saddened.

We put out some feelers with our friends in the medical profession as to which doctors they would recommend. We just could not see going back to this particular doctor. One friend gave us a glowing recommendation of someone that she saw professionally and for whom she has worked. We made an appointment immediately.

We walked into his office and were amazed at the difference between the two. Where doctor A had modern and streamlined décor, a blaring TV and automatic doors, doctor B's office was filled with handmade decorations and photos of them on a medical mission trip(s). One painting depicted the many names of God. WOW! What a difference! The personnel in Doctor B's office were loving and caring. We even prayed with the office manager that day. The attitude of healing – LOVE – permeated every corner. Everyone had a smile, a kind word and the doctor took his time with us, getting to know us and making sure he understood the medical history in context. My darling husband, who sometimes embarrasses me with his candor, asked the doctor point-blank why he hadn't retired yet. The doctor was surprised by the question and then laughed. “I love my work,” he said. “I am visiting with my friends.” Oh, my! If ever there was a medical version of love at first sight, this was it.

Where we had, with doctor A, encountered coldness and people just doing their job, we now had, in the case of Doctor B, been invited into a compassionate family of wellness. We had experienced the distinction between the Divine in Exile and Healing Attitudes. The term 'Divine in Exile' comes from a quote I heard from Rabbi Martin Buber, of blessed memory. He said, in essence (paraphrasing), that the Shekinah is the Divine Presence dwelling in the human frame. The Shekinah is at home only where there dwells a potent will for a covenant with the Almighty and an equally potent STRIVING for the realization of the covenant with the Almighty.

Y'shua said, “love your enemies, do good to those hating you, and pray for those insulting you and persecuting you so that you become sons of your Father in heaven.” Matthew 5:44-45. So now, I have someone / something else to pray for: May the hardened, arrogant heart of doctor A be softened and turn toward his only hope for life and salvation. May it be our Father's will to break the hardened heart and caress it back to life, in Y'shua's Name. May the Divine leave its exile and dwell with him, giving him new life, new hope and revitalized insight and abilities. Also, May our beloved Father in heaven, bless Doctor B with all this and more, always and forever.

So now it is time for some 'one on one' time with the face in the mirror. What have I done or said that would push the Divine, the Ruach haKodesh / Holy Spirit, into exile? Have I been rude, knowingly or unknowingly? Have I been unkind? Have I gossiped? Have I been self-righteous? Have I been arrogant, ungrateful or mean? Have I strived, with all my might, to be in a covenant relationship with You, my Creator, Redeemer, Bridegroom and King? Oh Abba, why is the person I want to be always wrestling with the person that I am? Psa 51:10 Create in me a clean heart, O Elohim, And renew a steadfast (Strong's 3559, upright, faithful, stable) spirit within me.

Matthew 5, verse 46 continues: “For if you love those loving you, what reward have you? Are the tax collectors not doing the same too? And if you greet your brothers only, what do you do more than the others? Are the tax collectors not doing so too? Therefore, be perfect (Strong's 5046, complete in mental and moral character / fully mature) even as your Father in the heavens is perfect. Amein, and amein.

Shalom b'shem Sar Shalom --
Peace in the Name of the Prince of Peace --
With Love,
Yocheved

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