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Over the past several days I have gone to the hospital expectantly, hoping to see my father’s medical condition improve, since he had a bleeding stroke.  There have been tense, tender and even funny moments.  I’ve got to say that some of my favorite have been the funny moments.  For example, my uncle Steve daring me to take our little red cooler to the Methodist Hospital Information desk and ask them where I was suppossed to take the kidney I was carrying (hey, he dared me to do it).  The worker looked at me like I was an idiot but then hours later when my Uncle went back to the same lady and asked if the kidney he was suppossed to get in a red cooler had showed up she busted out in laughter.  We celebrated when my dad could talk again.  We cracked up when he told us he was in the airport and when his official hospital paperwork listed his nation of origin as Nambia (where did that come from?).  We chuckled when Dad pretended to box with the large puffy mits they forced him to wear because he got in trouble for pushing all his hospital bed buttons and irritating the nurses.  But one of my favorite moments was hearing my dad laugh for the first time in days when my Uncle Steve told him to settle down and be quiet because there were sick people all around him.   Laughter has been such a part of his life that even though at that point he could only say one or two words with great effort I felt like he had returned to us because his sense of humor was still intact.  The Scripture says make a joyful noise unto the Lord.  I think I heard one of God’s favorite sounds that day–one of his beloved children laughed in the midst of adversity and suffering.  Laughter, it really is good medicine. 

Under His Mercy,

Derek Dickinson, Minister

Journey Christian Church

Fairbanks, Alaska


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