Antibiotics

Here I am in Abbotsford, the "city in the country." Somehow through the up and downs of the mountain roads I managed to get myself an ear infection in both ears and today I have a migraine. Nice place though. My grandparents have done marvellous works on their house since my last visit making it barely recognizable. It's gorgeous.

Anyhow today at the walk-in clinic I was fortunate to find assistance. Not 5 minutes after I had signed in and taken a seat a gentleman walked in and was told "I'm sorry we just filled up, we're closed now." Following this statement the secretary quickly closed the blinds, switched off the fluorescent 'Open' sign and stuck something bright pink on the glass door (presumably a no room in the inn message.) Part of me felt bad that I was going to be looked after and that man wasn't. Another part of me wanted to stand up and offer him the promise of being looked at by a medical man that I was holding on to. But both those parts of me are ridiculous, that chair was mine right?

I don't know, but I'm sure glad God isn't like that. No sign-ins, he already knows everything about you. No limits, there's enough of him for all of us. No waits, he's already here, and no horse pills! Antibiotics have got to find a new look, big yellow and red jackets are so 90s. I hope you hear no complaint though, I am thankful. Thankful that my route was 6 minutes quicker than what would have gotten me turned away.

But why me? Why not that man? He didn't strike me as the sort to go to the clinic for a minor tooth ache. What if his problems were bigger than a sore ear? Who decided that I could get there before him? Who flipped all his lights red while mine were green? How long did it even take him to get there? He could have come from anywhere or needed anything but neither what or where could change the fact I got there first. Life is such a giant maze of reactive actions and events I can't imagine the force that makes those unseen decisions for us. If me and that man had to discuss who would arrive first, if anytime two paths crossed there was a debate, chaos would rule supreme and without resistance. The dictionary would certainly have to forget the word 'peace'. No system would ever find control, not unless there was something that knew everything, some vault of knowledge that could see all that had happened and all that was going to happen.

Some call it luck, some might say karma, others Allah, or maybe even God. There could be many names for something so great, so mysterious, so infinite. Nobody really knows for sure what or who it is, but I think all he wants to be called is 'I am' and most certainly all should be grateful. Grateful that we don't have to make so many millions of tiny seemingly insignificant decisions. Grateful there is something in control of all moments at all times. Something that, given the opportunity, sets things back in their proper path sort of like an... antibiotic.

We could settle with luck, but nobody likes luck, it's too unpredictable. Karma may be a nicer fit, but it takes too much work to keep good. Religion is pretty close but far too boxed in. If nothing's good enough for something so vast, why can't we call it Love, Kindness, Hope, Grace and Mercy? Because to all these things He would simply say "I am."