Eva Marie's Eighth Email

From evamarie Thu Apr 15 00:15:24 1999
Date: Sun, 07 Mar 1999 19:22:51 -0500
From: eva
To: [email protected]
Subject: true story

Dear Jan:

I thought you might appreciate this true story. I have a son who has cerebral palsy and is confined to a wheelchair. Because of the spascisity in his lower extremities, he has required numerous surgeries, and these were performed at a children's hospital on the east coast. (where I reside).

During his last operation one year ago, my husband took time off from his job to stay with us at the hospital, which was several hours away in another state. While Evan was undergoing this lengthy surgery, we decided to grab a quick cup of coffee in the hospital cafeteria. Along the way, we had to pass by many rooms of children, who were obviously quite ill and suffering, crying out in pain and fear.

When we reached the cafeteria, my husband, who was obviously quite distressed by what he had just witnessed, burst into tears (in the middle of the cafeteria) Shaken, he angrily questioned a God who would permit such suffering of those so innocent. Jan, I had no answers for him.

After Evan's surgery, we returned with him to his hospital room. Since Evan was heavily sedated and my husband was still quite upset, he told me he would like to return to our room at the Ronald McDonald house, where we had been staying, and rest.

About a half hour later, my husband returned to my son's room, with a very odd expression on his face. He stated since he was too distressed to sleep, he decided to unpack and straighten out the room. While he did so, he turned the television on as background "company".

He related to me as he worked, he became aware that the television program which was on was a documentary on starving people. After the close of the documentary and a plea for financial aid, the commentator ended with this story:

There was a man, who after looking about him and seeing all the pain and suffering in the world, gestured towards the heavens and cried out to God.

"God, where are you? ... Can't you see what is going on in the world? ....Why can't you send someone to help us?"

God heard the man's plea. Looking down to him, spoke simply.

"I did. I sent you."

In my heart, I believe God was speaking to us.

Since I am the parent of a suffering child, I know all too well about doubts, Jan. But I believe God did the next best thing to being there himself for my son. He sent me.

Your friend, Eva

PS I hope we can reach a common ground and walk the same path:)

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