Many of you know that we have an orthopedic surgeon in the parish. I’m old enough to find that rather comforting.
After the men’s prayer group on Friday, I told him about some pain I’m having and asked if he had time to give me a new hip before Christmas. He sent me to physio, without even bothering with an X-ray. So much for healing the lame!
I was thinking like a modern man—in a rush, worrying about the worst, looking for results, fast.