“Tomorrow morning,” the surgeon began, “I’ll open up
“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
“But when you open up my heart, you’ll find Jesus in
there,” said the boy.
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
“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
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
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.