Paul's Passing Thoughts

Isaiah and The Known; That’s The Life Value

Posted in Uncategorized by Paul M. Dohse Sr. on September 19, 2016

ppt-jpeg4As some of you know, my second grandson was stillborn. I was privileged to be at the hospital when he was delivered and saw him. At the funeral, “Precious Feet” necklaces and pins were placed on close relatives by mom and dad. My wife Susan remarked, “I bet these little feet are the same size of Isaiah’s when he was born.” Indeed, that is a fact which makes my pin very special.

We know that God brings good out of every tragedy. That is how God is in control. Death and evil are allowed to have their day and their say because freewill means that everything that happens is not God’s will. But yet, God will have the final say. Blessings will occur in the milieu of life, and God will determine the end of man’s history.

Even in tragedy, even in their weakest moments, the known of God may speak powerfully to our lives and often do. Their very existence teaches us if we will listen because they speak for God. Even when death and evil unleashes its darkest victories, the victories for God’s people are profound.

Don’t get me wrong, I would literally give anything for Isaiah to be here, but yet an awaited lesson was delivered by him.

I work as a nursing aide for the severely handicapped; physically and mentally. Serving these people gives me a tremendous degree of satisfaction. I believe this trade to be on God’s Top Ten list. That’s the feeling, but lately, I began asking myself, “why?”

Of course, it’s the “purpose” question. What purpose do these people serve for the rest of society or even their own families save being a burden? Yes, I know that every day I put these scrubs on I go to a job that supports and defends life, but life for the sake of life? And sure, these lives do preach to us; they tell us that we have nothing to complain about; they tell us to be thankful. When one considers the world’s penchant for being unthankful, perhaps that is all that needs to be said if the world would be even more unthankful without these people. Perhaps then, in some way they contribute to the world not being in utter despair.

I will not speak to the why on the following question, but walking through the process of honoring Isaiah reminded me of how much this society honors life. On the way to the cemetery with Isaiah’s little casket, oncoming traffic pulled over and waited for the procession to pass. That’s not Ohio traffic law, that’s honoring the memory of someone’s life. Living in such a culture should give us some comfort if you know anything about history and cultures that only value life that has “purpose.”

However, with all of this said, when the point of this post is fully considered, it is about a grandson that never lived outside of the womb that has impacted my life forever and will always be with me in my new career in helping others. When I read my eulogy to Isaiah at his final resting place from Psalm 139, God explained to me why Isaiah and his “purposeless” horde are precious in his sight; they are known by God. That is, they are known according to His intimate benevolence and Fatherly love.

Where shall I go from your Spirit? Or where shall I flee from your presence? If I ascend to heaven, you are there! If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there! If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me. If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,” even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you.

For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I would count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and I am still with you.

Yes, I sensed it among those that I shared with last week though they did not say it outright: Why all of the fuss over a “fetus?” That is but one step removed from what many would ask about my clients who cannot perform any activities of daily living on their own.

But God tells us why. He was with Isaiah every moment. He formed and knitted Isaiah together in his mother’s womb. He held Isaiah with His right hand every moment. His eyes gazed upon Isaiah, and he wrote every one of Isaiah’s members in His book of life. He is known of God, and when Isaiah awoke, God was there with him as the angels rejoiced.

This is why. These are the known of God. These are His precious possessions, and Isaiah reminds me that God has placed me over their care. As I am inspired by Isaiah to be the best aide I can be, the Isaiah that never walked this earth will minister to many by making me a better aide. His encouragement will carry me through nursing school and the serving of many more people.

How fitting also that such a one who encourages me is named “Isaiah Paul Ingram” after my own given name. And throughout my career, I will wear his little pin because indeed…

…those little feet are written in God’s book.

paul

 

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  1. John said, on September 19, 2016 at 2:10 PM

    Precious.

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  2. Christian said, on September 19, 2016 at 5:13 PM

    Wonderful testimony! How true!

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  3. Andy Young, PPT contributing editor said, on September 19, 2016 at 5:27 PM

    “My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.”

    The King James uses the expression “curiously wrought”.
    In Hebrew the word is רקם “raw-kam”, and it means “to embroider”, which is where we get the word “embryo”. What picturesque words the Psalmist used to describe life!

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