This time of year, I observe an anniversary of sorts. On Dec. 20, 2006, I experienced a literal heart-rending moment. I underwent open-heart surgery to fix an aortic aneurysm and correct several arterial blockages. I spent that Christmas in the hospital recuperating, away from my family’s festivities, but I could rejoice that I was still around.
Eighteen years later, thanks to God, a skillful surgeon and excellent cardiologists, I’m still writing, reading, exercising, taking photos, playing a little pickleball – and most important, getting to spend time with my wife, our children, grandchildren and great-grands.
Procedures like I had aren’t all that rare. I’ve talked with a number of people in the years since, sharing my experiences and encouraging them, whether they were preparing for similar surgery or had just undergone surgery. That doesn’t mean the procedure is easy. It’s a major operation, one of the most serious a person can go through, and the recovery is slow and time-consuming.
Every morning upon waking up I recognize the new day is a gift – undeserved – and I can pray along with the psalmist, “This is the day the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it” (Psalm 118:24).
Almost every day we hear of someone who has had a heart attack, but I suspect most of us take for granted the amazing muscle that beats non-stop during our entire lifetime, keeping blood pulsing through our bodies.
A normal resting heart rate for adults ranges from 60 to 100 beats per minute. Let’s say your own heart rate is 72 per minute. That means in one hour, your heart beats 4,320 times. During a 24-hour day, it beats more than 100,000 times. Over the course of an entire year, it beats nearly 38 million times. That’s hard to comprehend.
Simple calculation tells me that in the 18 years since my surgery, my heart has beat well over 600 million times! That is, except for the brief time I was on a heart-lung machine, allowing my heart to stop so my cardiothoracic surgeon could make the necessary repairs – including an entirely new ascending aorta. Again, thankfully when the work was completed, my heart resumed beating upon being taken off the heart-lung apparatus.
I recall that in the days leading up to the surgery, I turned to the Psalms for comfort and assurance. One particular verse jumped out at me, as if it were printed in neon lights. It read, “The Lord will sustain him on his bed of illness and restore him from his bed of sickness” (Psalm 41:3). I encountered that passage during my regular daily reading; even if God had spoken it to me audibly it couldn’t have been clearer – or reassuring.
That experience has confirmed for me, more than ever, of the truth of Psalm 139:13-14, “For You created my inmost being…. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”
Think about it: Every six months or so (if not more often), we need to bring our cars in for oil changes and other maintenance. The average car doesn’t last more than 10 years. Most appliances have an even shorter lifespan. Many buildings are erected only to be torn down 20-30 years later. But God has created our bodies in such a way that our hearts continue beating non-stop for 60, 70, 80 years – or even longer. And most of the time, without requiring invasive surgery to correct maladies.
We could make similar reflections about other vital organs, but the point is that in the human body the Lord created a marvelous organism that all of our ingenuity – even with its many advancements – cannot begin to replicate, much less make from scratch.
I’m eternally grateful to God for giving medical science the wisdom and skill to keep me ‘upright and taking nourishment,’ as they say, all these years since. It’s not a journey I would recommend for everyone, but if and when it becomes necessary, we worship a Great Physician who has put us together and knows how to fix us so we can keep going.
In 2 Timothy 4:7, the apostle Paul wrote to his young protégé, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” It seems my race is not yet finished, but my prayer is that in the days, months and even years to come, I will stay true to my faith in the Lord Jesus Christ and when the time comes for my heart to beat for the last time, I will have finished well. I also pray that all who read this will be able to say the same.