Tuesday, 24 November 2015
God's Waiting Room
I wait in the waiting room with other people, most of whom look so miserable I'm sure they wouldn't bring a smile between them at a funeral; and I wait for my name to be called on the big TV monitor on the wall.
I fumble through the magazines most of which are so old they might as well be written in Latin, covering such exciting subjects like Equestrian Monthly, Yachting World, and Mountaineering. Why do doctors and dentists have these types of magazines in their waiting rooms? Looking around me, I doubt any of these people could take part in any of these sports anyway. I on the other hand ...
Anyway, I pick up a magazine, more to pass the time rather than interest, and learn to my chagrin that a ship called The Titanic sank after hitting an iceberg. Surely the doctor or his admin team can find more up-to-date reading matter.
I look up at the TV monitor every now and then to see if they are showing my name as next to go in. Every so often the screen shows adverts for vaccinations and immunisations, medical check-ups for all sorts of illnesses, health insurance, and even old peoples' homes and funeral directors. You can't get more cheerful than that, can you?
I sit there and worry; for no apparent reason other than worry is the thing to do when you're called in at the doctors. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with me. It is a routine half-yearly check-up and as in past check-ups they always confirm that I'm still alive. So all should be well. After all, I'm sure they would have told me if I were dead.
My turn comes and I go in to see the pretty young nurse. She smiles and asks me to sit down next to her and then reads off the computer monitor in front of her the results she has received from the hospital. She points at the screen and explains all the figures there.
Cholesterol levels, sugar levels, and this and that and this other thing too. Then she compares these figures to the last time I visited her to see if they are better or worse. Then she takes my blood pressure ... Is it any wonder it is sky high?
One improvement the medical profession can make is not to have pretty young nurses take your blood pressure. A dragon with flaming nostrils on the other hand would frighten one so much that blood temperature would probably freeze to below zero and register no pressure at all.
Anyway, she says my blood pressure is a little high and it is no doubt because I am here for a check-up. Yea right! Great diagnosis Miss.
But what has all this to do with the title to this article, and the photo of that nurse? I hear you say.
Well, whilst waiting in that Doctor's Waiting Room I often wonder what it's like waiting in God's Waiting Room. Fumbling through whatever magazines they have there. I bet you they're all in Latin or some language I don't know. Why can't the magazines be in English? I always thought God is English. After all, all the Bibles I've read are in English, so He must be English.
Anyway, I'd be sitting there in God's Waiting Room fretting and worrying about what He will say to me. Mentioning all the things I have done or omitted to do in my life on earth. All the things I've said or not said. Hurting other people. I wonder what results will show up on God's computer monitor and whether the results will be pleasing all round or not. What if His computer is wrong? But then, God is never wrong is He?
Too late to worry now. What's been done has been done and now is the time for the final reckoning. Now is the time to find out whether I am really "dead" for eternity or whether I'd be welcomed into His loving arms.
But then ... the moral of this story surely is ... just as we have plenty of opportunities now to keep our health in check and to monitor it when it is not as well as it should be. Surely now is also the time to monitor the state of our soul's health so that when we are in that Heavenly Waiting Room we'd have no reason to worry at all.