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2014 Advent Devotional
2014 Advent Devotional
The words of the old Hymn may be needed now more than ever. Peace is hard to come by.
Often times in my life peace isn't found in the absence of stress. No, it's found underneath it
all, supporting and strengthening me. I'm not naturally a very peaceful person, but I have
found a peace like nothing I've ever known in following Christ. That doesn't mean the path
hasn't been bumpy at times, but that peace has been there.
A few summers back we were expecting the birth of our second child. Like a dutiful
husband I went to all of the doctor's appointments with my wife as we looked forward with
great joy to this new life. One day we were having an ultrasound and they were measuring all
kinds of things with our baby. The doctor thought that some of the measurements looked a
little off and wanted us to go to a high-risk doctor for a second opinion. All we could think
was, Is something wrong with our baby? We made the appointment, freaking out a little the
whole time on the inside.
We went to the specialist and they looked at our baby boy again. They asked us tons of
questions, and agreed that something indeed did not look right. Some of the areas in our
unborn sons brain were too large. It could be nothing, or it could be something very serious
like hydrocephalus. We were scared to death. The doctor decided that we would just have to
wait, watch, and see. This wasn't the news we wanted.
Meanwhile, my dad discovered at a routine appointment with his physician that he was
having heart trouble. They sent him to the hospital where he saw a cardiologist and they
discovered that he had a heart attack and was dealing with major blockages. We rushed to the
cardiac intensive care of the hospital to meet my parents. It was next door to our hi-risk
specialist in an adjacent complex. We shared with them our difficult news and discovered that
they were going to do immediate bypass surgery on my dads heart. It should be routine they
assured us.
The next day Dad had four bypasses. When we were finally able to get in to see him in
recovery he was sitting up in a chair eating jello. It seemed everything was going to be OK, or
so we thought. That night they called us to the hospital. Something had happened. Dad
slipped into a coma and stayed that way for several days as his systems began shutting down.
It seemed like this was the end. This cant be happening to us.
I felt pulled in about a 100 directions. I was trying to be a good supportive son for my mom
and at the same time worried over our unborn child. For someone who likes to feel in control
of everything, my world was spinning into chaos. Amazingly, somehow in the midst of all of
that hopelessness I found peace. Actually, I think it found me, because it wasnt from me. I
can't explain it, but somewhere below all of the dark clouds and bad news I could feel the
quiet, strong, and reassuring presence of God, and I knew that whatever was happening,
things were going to be ok.
We continued to see the hi-risk Dr. regularly and they continued to ask questions and do
scans of our boy. He seemed healthy in every other way and was growing as expected as we
neared full-term. We continued to visit Dad in the ICU and after almost three weeks in a coma,
Dad starting coming around, and the slow progress of healing was beginning. Cohen Preston
was born on August 4th and boy did that kid have a big head! It was normal too. My dad had
regained his strength enough to be there as we celebrated this new life together.
I still dont understand the peace I was given during that summer, and I have had six years
now to think about it. I have always heard about the peace that passes understanding. For
me its more than a concept. Its a reality. I pray it is for you as well during this season and the
whole year.
Merry Christmas