It has been 3 1/2 weeks (I’m 25 days post-op) since I had quadruple heart bypass surgery. Or, as it’s more famously known, CABG (Coronary Artery Bypass Graft). Twenty-five days thus far and yes, it has been a struggle. But today, I seem to have reached a turning point where I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Today is a good day! The depression that has plagued me throughout this journey has been finally lifted. Before my initial diagnoses back in the early spring of this year, I never would have imagined that heart disease would have been a problem for someone like me. I mean, I was not overweight, kept myself in fairly good shape with exercise, lived on two to three vegetarian meals-per-day, and I did not snack between meals. Though I loved foods like cheese pizzas, french-fries and potato chips a little too much. Did not drink alcohol, nor smoke! And really did not drink sodas too much, practically not at all. However, it seems that for some, or perhaps more of us humans… genetics and stress also has its part to play. For me that meant that I would follow in my father’s footsteps more so than I thought, as he began to have similar heart issues about his mid-to-late 60’s. I’m now 68 years old. First it was little winces and pinches of chest pain, here and there, from time to time. Then an irregular EKG led to more tests. That Nuclear Stress Test, that I thought I had mastered, indicated an ischemia in my LAD (Left Anterior Descending Coronary Artery). The next scheduled test was an angiogram where if the doctor found blockages, he was ready to install a stent or two. However, I was only on the operating table for twenty minutes, when the doc called the whole process to a halt. He wanted to talk with me about best options. Which in my case, meant referral to a cardiac surgeon for CABG surgery. Really? Yes, really! I had four serious stenoses. Two in my LAD, one in my right coronary artery, and one in my left circumflex coronary artery. They were each discreet. 90%, 80%, 80%, and 75% in order.
My dad had his first heart attack about this age. He also had an angioplasty with a stent installed due to a 90% blockage. A few years later, age 71 1/2, he died unexpectedly. It was unexpected because he had driven himself to the emergency room of his local hospital for another reason. Early one morning, he had just dropped off my brother at the metro-rail in Riverside, California, and when he arrived home, as he got out of his truck, his dog who always accompanied him on such drives had slipped out of the truck and made a beeline towards another dog who was ready to fight. My dad was alone and had to break up that dog fight, during which he sustained a bruise to his upper arm. Once he put his dog into the house, he told my mom that he was going to drive himself to Kaiser hospital to see about getting some antibiotics or such, due to that wound/bruise to his upper arm. He did so, sort of matter of factly. After being seen by the emergency room doctor, he went to the pharmacy to get his prescribed medication, and while standing in line, he must have started experiencing some chest pain. For, he left the line, walked back into the ER and told the same doctor, “I think I’m having a heart attack.” I suppose they immediately put him in an ER bed, hooked him up with monitors and watched him, perhaps even gave him some meds. I’m not really sure. The report I heard was that he was even lightheartedly joking with the nurses, not unusual for him. But, within five minutes, he was dead from a massive heart attack. They could not save him. You would think, that if you’re going to have a heart attack, the best place to have one is when you’re already at the ER. I remember that day well. It was a Tuesday, December 5, 2006. I was far away, living in Berrien Springs, Michigan and two short weeks from graduating with my Master of Divinity from the Seventh-Day Adventist Theological Seminary. Needless to say, my plans abruptly changed and my graduation was put on hold until the spring. I flew to California, and actually performed my father’s funeral, my first ever, for I was not yet working as a pastor. That was surely a cathartic experience, yet needful for me. I spent six weeks there helping my mom get things in order. Ten years later, almost to the day I also performed her funeral.
We all experience it. Suffering and illness, life and death. We humans cannot avoid it. Only in Jesus Christ is there hope for a better day. Even those of us who believe, I mean really believe in Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior, so much so that we read His word, the Bible daily and try our best to do His will. Yes! even those of us who have that kind of faith, we still suffer the same temporal mortal maladies that have afflicted all humanity ever since sin came into the world. The Creator’s original intention for mankind had been thwarted by the devil, who deceived our first human parents into falling away from obedience to God. There has been a controversy between good and evil ever since. Thank God that He has allowed that controversy. Otherwise we would have no choice in the matter. Humans would have ceased to exist forever, because the wages of sin is death (Romans 6:23). But it is because of God’s great love for lost man, that He provided mercy and grace to the fallen race. We all have been given this opportunity to choose who will be our master and Lord. Who will be our God? The choice is between the one and only true God or the devil. How the devil became the devil is a story for another blog, but know this. That God the Father sent His One-And-Only-Son… He sent Jesus into the world to become human, the incarnation… to suffer and die for the sins of humanity, because His grace is sufficient (2 Corinthians 12:9). The Father sent the Son into the world, not to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved. (John3:17).
Today as I write this, it is Friday, July 4, 2025. In fact, the sun has set so that the Bible Sabbath has officially begun. And Seventh-day Adventists from around the whole world are gathered together in St. Louis for their General Conference. We have elected a new president. Multiple cultures, multiple ethnic groups, multiple languages of people are assembled together in unity guided by the Holy Spirit to determine our path forward in the work of the Lord. For He has commissioned His people to go into all the world to preach the gospel, to make disciples of them and baptize them “in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things” that God the Father and Jesus commanded us to do. And to preach this message especially in the last days of earth’s history, just before the promised and glorious return of Jesus to take His people away from here, to take us to heaven with Him on the Day of His Second Coming. We are to preach the message of the Everlasting Gospel more than it has ever been preached before, to people of “every nation, tribe, tongue and people.” We are to tell them that the Creator God who “made heaven and earth, the sea and springs of water,” is worthy of worship. That all peoples who love God and want to be saved to eternal life are to “Fear God and give glory to Him for the hour of His judgment has come!” (Matthew 28:18-20; Revelation 14:6-7). We are to warn them that false Christianity, “Babylon is fallen.” No one need be deceived any longer. No one need receive the “mark of the beast,” and be eternally lost. For there is a people who are faithful to God because, they are among “those who keep the commandments of God and the faith of Jesus.” (Revelation 14:8-12). I will leave you with the very last words of Jesus and the Bible, from Revelation 22:20. “He who testifies to these things says, ‘Surely I am coming quickly.’ Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus!”
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