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Daddy
"Around mid-afternoon [from the cross] Jesus groaned
out of the depths, crying loudly ? 'My God, my God,
why have you abandoned me?'" (Matthew 27:46, The
Message).
By Tom Miller
My Nine-Year-old daughter Jennifer was looking forward
to our family's mini-vacation, but when our vacation
arrived, she became ill, and a long anticipated day at
Sea World was replaced by an all-night series of CAT
scans, X-rays, and blood work at a hospital.
As morning approached, the doctors told my exhausted
little girl that she needed to have one more test, a
spinal tap. The procedure would be painful, they said.
The doctor then asked me if I planned to stay in the
room. I nodded my head, knowing I couldn't leave
Jennifer alone during her ordeal.
The doctor gently asked Jennifer to remove all her
clothing. She looked at me with childlike modesty as
if to ask if that were all right. Then they had her
curl into a tiny ball. I buried my face in hers and
hugged her.
Jennifer cried as the needle went in. As the searing
pain increased, she sobbingly repeated, "Daddy, Daddy,
Daddy." Her voice becoming more earnest with each word.
It was as if she was saying, "Oh Daddy, this hurts so
bad. Please, can't you do something?"
My tears mingled with hers. My heart was broken. I
felt nauseous. Because I loved her, I allowed her to
go through the most agonizing experience of her life,
and I could hardly stand it.
In the middle of the procedure, my thoughts went to
the cross of Christ. What unspeakable pain both the
Son and God the Father endured for our sakes. We owe a
debt that can never be fully paid. The best thing we
can do is give ourselves as living sacrifices (Romans
12:1-2).1
"Around mid-afternoon [from the cross] Jesus groaned
out of the depths, crying loudly ? 'My God, my God,
why have you abandoned me?'" (Matthew 27:46, The
Message).
By Tom Miller
My Nine-Year-old daughter Jennifer was looking forward
to our family's mini-vacation, but when our vacation
arrived, she became ill, and a long anticipated day at
Sea World was replaced by an all-night series of CAT
scans, X-rays, and blood work at a hospital.
As morning approached, the doctors told my exhausted
little girl that she needed to have one more test, a
spinal tap. The procedure would be painful, they said.
The doctor then asked me if I planned to stay in the
room. I nodded my head, knowing I couldn't leave
Jennifer alone during her ordeal.
The doctor gently asked Jennifer to remove all her
clothing. She looked at me with childlike modesty as
if to ask if that were all right. Then they had her
curl into a tiny ball. I buried my face in hers and
hugged her.
Jennifer cried as the needle went in. As the searing
pain increased, she sobbingly repeated, "Daddy, Daddy,
Daddy." Her voice becoming more earnest with each word.
It was as if she was saying, "Oh Daddy, this hurts so
bad. Please, can't you do something?"
My tears mingled with hers. My heart was broken. I
felt nauseous. Because I loved her, I allowed her to
go through the most agonizing experience of her life,
and I could hardly stand it.
In the middle of the procedure, my thoughts went to
the cross of Christ. What unspeakable pain both the
Son and God the Father endured for our sakes. We owe a
debt that can never be fully paid. The best thing we
can do is give ourselves as living sacrifices (Romans
12:1-2).1
