I was reminded of our LORD and Savior, Isaiah 53:
"like a lamb before the sharers is silent."
At the conclusion as we lifted the patients off the bed, I repeated in my mediocre spanish...Dios le bendiga
. God bless you. To which many replied .... Gracias a Dios. Thanks be to God.
They were so right. Thanks and glory be to God. Who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly realms. Who put aside his heavenly glory to take on flesh and became obedient to death, even death on a cross. Thanks be to Him for even giving us a reason to come down here to the Dominican Republic. For giving us a gift we can share that is far greater an any medical care--God's grace in Jesus Christ. Our sight in this life will fail, but God our Father opens eyes for eternity.
Dios le bendiga -- God bless you.
In preparation for each cataract surgery we changed the patients into a surgical gown and escorted them from the pre operative area into the small 10x12 stark white room with cement wall that we made the OR for the week. As many of them could not see they would place their hands on our backs and walk slowly as we led them, step by step, into the OR. We carefully laid them down on the operative bed and slid their slender often feeble bodies into position in the head rest. Their heads were taped to the bed as one additional measure of security from movement during this meticulous procedure. Holding their hands we said a prayer for each, often through our translator. Over and over we repeated this process--36 times this week. On more than one occasion I had to compose myself after the prayer and before beginning to operate, as tears welled up in my eyes, deeply moved by the spectacle of the whole process. They were so meek, so trusting, so submissive to the whole process.