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     The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed;
the boy's parents sat across from
 him. "Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began,
"I'll open up your heart..."

  "You'll find Jesus there," the boy interrupted.
  The surgeon looked up, annoyed.
  "I'll cut your heart open," he
    continued, "to see how much damage has
 been done..."
   "But when you open up my heart,          
   you'll find Jesus in there." The surgeon
     looked to the parents, who sat quietly.
 "When I see how much damage has been
       done, I'll sew your heart and chest
       back up and I'll plan what to do next."

 "But you'll find Jesus in my heart.
    The Bible says He lives there.
   The  hymns all say He lives there.
    You'll find Him in my heart."

    The surgeon had had enough.
    "I'll tell you what I'll find in your heart.
    I'll find damaged muscle, low blood
   supply, and weakened vessels. And
  I'll find out if I can make you well."

  "You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there."

  The surgeon left. The surgeon sat in
       his office, recording his notes
      from the surgery: "...damaged aorta, damaged
 pulmonary vein, widespread
        muscle degeneration. No hope for transplant,
        no hope for cure. Therapy:
    painkillers and bed rest. Prognosis:" here
        he paused, "death within one year."

    He stopped the recorder, but there was
          more to be said. "Why?" he asked aloud.

   "Why did You do this? You've put him here;
  You've put him in this pain;
     and You've cursed him to an early death.
 Why?" The Lord answered and
   said, "The boy, My lamb, was not
   meant for your flock for long, for he
     is a part of My flock, and will forever
       be. Here, in My flock, he will
      feel no pain, and will be comforted as you
cannot imagine. His parents
   will one day join him here, and they will
   know peace, and My flock will
   continue to grow."

  The surgeon's tears were hot, but
    his anger was hotter. "You created
  that boy, and You created that heart.
     He'll be dead in months. Why?"

  The Lord answered,

  "The boy, My lamb, shall return to My
   flock, for he has done his duty: I
     did not put My lamb with your flock to lose
 him, but to retrieve another lost lamb."
  The surgeon wept.

  The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed;
    the boy's parents sat across from
 him. The boy awoke and whispered,
 "Did you cut open my heart?"

 "Yes," said the surgeon.
"What did you find?" asked the boy.

 "I found Jesus there," said the surgeon.

   Author Unknown

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