Saturday, March 22, 2014
Time for the transplant.
In five days my life will be forever intertwined with someone I've never even met...and I'm nervous.
Organ donation is a beautiful concept that represents the amazing promise of returning a damaged body back to its original state. For me it represents the promise of sight! The chance to see things with depth again instead of in only two dimensions through a single eye.
It's a gift...but I have to be honest, not just to you, but to myself for those days far into the future when I reflect back on this spot in my journey...once this is all over and the details are washed out to sea like sandcastles covered by salty ocean water at high tide.
I'm preoccupied with wondering about, worrying about, and praying for my cornea donor. I wake up thinking about him or her....wondering if they are suffering or if they have a family who will be lost without them. I wonder what that cornea has seen....as I watch the news and hear about shootings and child molesters and tremendous humanitarians, I wonder who will be the original owner of my cornea. Will my donor have known Christ? Will they be sure of their salvation? Are they still alive today or have they already died?
As I dig through these layers and get to the root of my preoccupation, it is dawning on me that this gift doesn't have to be one sided. Just as the cornea is offering me the chance to see my world again with new depth, I have the opportunity to cover strangers with prayer. I will be able to reach out to this donor family some day and give them a visual connection with their loved one. My gift will not be an organ that is hidden deep in my body beneath tissues and bones, it will cover the surface of my eye. The tissue that will cover my iris, or colored part of my eye, a clear dome, that will be outwardly visible.
Whether this cornea is coming from a beloved father of small kids who has lived a sacrificial life, a teenager who was killed in a drunk driving accident whose life was cut way to short, or a convicted felon serving life in prison looking for one good decision to redeem a life destroyed by bad choices, I need their help. Thank you God for the promise that on March 27th, 2014 there will be a donor eye hand selected for me and the promise of a new family that I will be forever indebted to.