I FOUND JESUS THERE      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