It's been such a very long time since my paws last left an imprint on the web - nearly two months! But not to mind, I'm still here and OK, still in one piece, albeit mindful of the fact that the wheels of this world still turn just as well whether I'm here or not. Anyhow, I still choose to write - if not for the benefit of anyone apart from myself, and for shaping my own reflections.
The last couple of months have been at once very interesting and very taxing - working at Peter Mac, a specialist hospital for patients with cancer. My job is surgical oncology, and under this banner come seven separate units which I cover, four surgical and three radiation. It's quite different from mainstream jobs, where the resident is headed by a single registrar and perhaps a small network of consultants. Covering seven units means I work under at least four different registrars, each who answer to a plethora of consultants, and so it gets rather confusing! The resultant disorganisation, because of lack of cohesion between the units at higher levels, can leave my schedule very scattered and leads me to do more hours than I should - normally starting by 7am (surgical starts), and often ending around 6.30pm (radiation ward rounds, and sometimes surgical again). The work itself is not too difficult, however, and often quite rewarding. So, as a job, it's quite enjoyable.
One of the best things about doing this particular surgical rotation is the amount of time spent in theatre. It's quite a blessing - this is my second surgical term since graduation, and I've done probably an average of five or so theatre sessions per week, which is probably more in one week than I did in my entire surgical term last year! It means I've been able to do some surgical lists cutting out skin lesions (the senior doctors see these cases as tedium, so delegate them to me), as well as the usual assisting, closing wounds, and seeing a lot of anatomy, which is almost everyone's weak suit in medical school. From an interest viewpoint, I am definitely keen on continuing down the surgical path, but it does mean a fair bit of sacrifice.
Unfortunately, surgery is the archetypal family-unfriendly career choice. While interesting, the hours (especially the early starts) are exhausting, and there is a culture of career first, family second, quite widespread amongst the surgical community. I guess that it's almost a tacit expectation for most junior surgeons, and in general those who want to prioritise other things are frowned upon. I suppose this is one area where I definitely want to be counter-cultural - family is more important than career - but it's not always easy to demonstrate this. I have to admit that I have been poor at balancing work and life outside work for these past couple of months. In general, I return home exhausted, and all I want to do is flop on the bed and not wake up until late the next morning. Perhaps I'm not really cut out for the surgical lifestyle. But then again, I hope to be able to answer that question for myself, whether or not surgery is for me, within the next couple of years - then I can decide whether to continue, or to take a sidestep onto a different platform, perhaps to become a physician or general practitioner instead.
Thanks to God, I now have three weeks of annual leave! Even this has its own list of tasks to eat through - wedding planning being among the top of them, alongside househunting. It's nice thinking about these things, and being able to contemplate the future, and how our plans seem to be taking shape. At the moment, we're looking only a few months to a year ahead, but these form the gateway to the years beyond, for which I'm sure God has planned for us an exhilarating journey!
I want to mention a documentary Sal & I watched last night, called Jesus Camp. Centred on a preacher who organises annual camps for Christian children in USA, the documentary raises a lot of issues - not necessarily taking a standpoint on any of them, but allowing us to really think and decide for ourselves what is really right or wrong. The belief of the children in Jesus seemed genuine, and for their age (many of them around 10 or 11 years, no more) they held quite a sophisticated understanding of a lot of issues that many of their age might not ever have considered. The concept of sin as separation from God, and Jesus' death in our place is not easy to grasp - the depth of God's love in this act is unfathomable. Yet, they articulated God's reality, their occasional doubts, and their passion for Jesus' message, in a way that defied their age.
What I found disturbing, though, was the way that minds so malleable can be used in a sense - one thing to teach them about God, another to teach them about topical issues such as creation, abortion and which party to vote for. One guy, a Christian radio announcer, expressed his concern, calling it "indoctrination", and not just in the realm of faith, but also in the realm of politics. I have to say, from the glimpse into that world afforded by the documentary, that I share his concern. The children, despite displaying an outward maturity and level of eloquence beyond their years, still have insufficient grasp of the depth of complexity within each issue, and are being presented with very one-sided viewpoints. They are also being fairly actively sheltered against alternate viewpoints. In one scenario, a mother homeschooling her child was discussing the issue of creation. As they talked, her belief in literal six-day creation was obvious, and Darwin's evolution was dismissed as no more than an absurdity. In another scenario, a prominent pro-life speaker came to preach at the camp, and together everyone in the room was summoned to join in corporate prayer against abortion. In yet another, children all around the dinner table were talking about how they weren't allowed to see Harry Potter because of the witchcraft portrayed - indeed, just earlier, the central preacher in the documentary had opened her message by saying Harry Potter was evil, and would have been put to death in the time of the Old Testament. To the eyes of outsiders (I would add, especially non-Christian outsiders) these scenes can look a lot like indoctrination. There did not seem to be much in the way of encouraging the children to consider the alternatives and make up their mind for themselves.
One obvious danger in this is manipulation. Another danger is that it leaves the children in a position where they find it hard to understand where others are coming from. When a non-Christian comes along, they perceive them with a degree of suspicion. When someone poses an alternative viewpoint, they laugh. When a hot political topic becomes the subject of discussion, they fervently rush to regurgitate the arguments they have been exposed to all of their lives, oblivious to the complete picture and the alternative. Forgive me for generalising, but this is the picture that comes across when I see these scenes.
All in all, I think that the documentary was quite thought provoking. Yes, I would love for my children to be brought up with a very solid grounding in Christian character development and understanding the Bible. I would certainly be hoping, praying, indeed doing all in my power to make sure they understand the truth about Jesus. But I would also not want them to be ignorant of what others think. I would want them to grow to be thinkers, able to critically appraise arguments put forward by others, and carefully consider them. And indeed, be able to accept them, if they are right. I don't think that the style of moral mollycoddling depicted in the documentary is the right way to do this.
Anyhow - I think this has grown into quite a monster of a blog! Please comment if you have views on the documentary, or just want to say hi. God bless!
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Hear this recurring theme?
I'm afraid I might begin to sound like a broken record when it comes to talking about work and the sheer busy-ness of being a junior doctor. Unfortunately, this week just past has not done anything to change my experience, and in fact might have gone an extra way to solidifying the well-known fact that junior doctors are run off their feet.
I have started working at Peter Mac, a specialist hospital for care of patients with cancer, covering some of the surgical and radiation oncology units. It's only been one week so far, but whew! It was quite a week. Getting used to a new environment is always taxing - there is much time spent having to introduce oneself to everyone else around, finding papers, patients and files. I'm also showing myself short in the fitness stakes - running the stairs to the ninth floor is quite exhausting! On the bright side, I should be fighting fit by the end of my thirteen weeks here. I have some hope that things will improve somewhat over the coming weeks, however. Tomorrow, many of the registrars return from conference or study leave, and I will have more people to share the workload with! Watch this space - my crazy hours might become more reasonable. I have to say, the work itself is quite enjoyable and rewarding. It's never easy dealing with such serious illness as cancer, but it means that each little difference one makes can make an incredible difference to the person's life and experience.
I guess I want to talk a bit about a seminar Sal & I attended last night, run by CMDFA (Christian Medical and Dental Fellowship of Australia). There were three speakers, each Christian doctors, specialists in their own fields, talking from their experience about witnessing in the context of medical practice. One had been pulled up by the medical board and found guilty of unprofessional conduct when he had prayed for a patient. The account of the story was such that permission to pray had been obtained, but as there was a bystander (the patient's friend) present, it was the friend who had been offended and brought up the complaint.
The issue of boundaries was addressed. I think that this is important, since we live in a society where we are closely identified to our occupational roles, which are bound with implicit expectations. We need to work within the framework defined by our roles. This includes boundaries, and it's important to not step outside these boundaries set by our roles, except by careful exploration. Take, for example, a doctor who offers his patient chiropractic services. Or a dentist who offers to fix up a patient's crook knee. Analagous is the practitioner who offers to pray, in the eyes of many. This is like offering a pastoral service - it lies outside the bounds of what is expected of a doctor, and hence represents dangerous ground on which to tread. The most important danger to recognise in breaching, or even blurring, boundaries is that any step out of the predefined roles represents an avenue towards role confusion. It is easy to see how role confusion already causes trouble - for example in the country town, a patient might be a friend of the doctor, or the partner of a relative, or something like that.
On the other hand, as Christians, we are first and foremost children of God, and only secondarily are we defined by our occupations. We are called to promote the Gospel of Christ through our lives, and this includes our work! This, then, has been a difficult sticking point for many Christians in the health profession - when is it appropriate to pray for patients? Is it appropriate for us to openly display our faith through our attire - e.g. wearing a cross? Back in the first century, Paul said that he had "become all things to all people, in order that I may win some". Also, he called early Christians not to be too caught up with their newfound freedom in Christ, but to think carefully about the impact of their actions on others. His experience reveals that we have to be culturally sensitive. Although here, twenty centuries later, our world holds as its highest value the elusive concept of "freedom", as doctors we should still voluntarily behave within its expected boundaries, so as not to upset the primary reasons for which our patients come to us in the first place.
Being a Christian doctor does require us to excel in our work. Being a good doctor is already a powerful witness for Christ. Being a caring doctor, coming across as a person whose primary aim in the doctoring role is to serve his or her patients, is already a wonderful testament to our loving God. Our behaviour, not just our words, can serve to point patients and bystanders in the direction of Christ, by showing forth His character. There is no rule against caring. So, firstly, we ought to do well in our occupation.
Secondly, there are times and places to talk about our own faiths, and those of our patients. On occasion, patients want to talk about their faith. If so, then this is one of the best times to think and talk about Christianity - but we need to listen, and find out where our patient is coming from. Some patients may already be Christians, and may wish to pray. Other patients might be agnostic, but might realise the increasing urgency to meet God, to find out if He exists or not. Yet others might come from a radically different background, and who knows, they may even try to preach to the doctor! Either way, it is safe to discuss faith issues if the patient brings up the issue in the first place - because their raising the issue is a sure sign that they are comfortable with talking about it, in some form at least.
I think it's worthwhile mentioning that there are chaplains and priests in many hospitals, whose services can be enlisted. Additionally, we can refer patients to a church, should they enquire or seem interested. It is too much for a doctor to pick up the task of pastorally shepherding a patient in the long term - ultimately, linking them with a welcoming church community is the best way to ensure their spiritual needs are met.
Anyway, I think it's time for me to sleep, and prepare myself to embark on what promises to be yet another busy week! God bless!
I have started working at Peter Mac, a specialist hospital for care of patients with cancer, covering some of the surgical and radiation oncology units. It's only been one week so far, but whew! It was quite a week. Getting used to a new environment is always taxing - there is much time spent having to introduce oneself to everyone else around, finding papers, patients and files. I'm also showing myself short in the fitness stakes - running the stairs to the ninth floor is quite exhausting! On the bright side, I should be fighting fit by the end of my thirteen weeks here. I have some hope that things will improve somewhat over the coming weeks, however. Tomorrow, many of the registrars return from conference or study leave, and I will have more people to share the workload with! Watch this space - my crazy hours might become more reasonable. I have to say, the work itself is quite enjoyable and rewarding. It's never easy dealing with such serious illness as cancer, but it means that each little difference one makes can make an incredible difference to the person's life and experience.
I guess I want to talk a bit about a seminar Sal & I attended last night, run by CMDFA (Christian Medical and Dental Fellowship of Australia). There were three speakers, each Christian doctors, specialists in their own fields, talking from their experience about witnessing in the context of medical practice. One had been pulled up by the medical board and found guilty of unprofessional conduct when he had prayed for a patient. The account of the story was such that permission to pray had been obtained, but as there was a bystander (the patient's friend) present, it was the friend who had been offended and brought up the complaint.
The issue of boundaries was addressed. I think that this is important, since we live in a society where we are closely identified to our occupational roles, which are bound with implicit expectations. We need to work within the framework defined by our roles. This includes boundaries, and it's important to not step outside these boundaries set by our roles, except by careful exploration. Take, for example, a doctor who offers his patient chiropractic services. Or a dentist who offers to fix up a patient's crook knee. Analagous is the practitioner who offers to pray, in the eyes of many. This is like offering a pastoral service - it lies outside the bounds of what is expected of a doctor, and hence represents dangerous ground on which to tread. The most important danger to recognise in breaching, or even blurring, boundaries is that any step out of the predefined roles represents an avenue towards role confusion. It is easy to see how role confusion already causes trouble - for example in the country town, a patient might be a friend of the doctor, or the partner of a relative, or something like that.
On the other hand, as Christians, we are first and foremost children of God, and only secondarily are we defined by our occupations. We are called to promote the Gospel of Christ through our lives, and this includes our work! This, then, has been a difficult sticking point for many Christians in the health profession - when is it appropriate to pray for patients? Is it appropriate for us to openly display our faith through our attire - e.g. wearing a cross? Back in the first century, Paul said that he had "become all things to all people, in order that I may win some". Also, he called early Christians not to be too caught up with their newfound freedom in Christ, but to think carefully about the impact of their actions on others. His experience reveals that we have to be culturally sensitive. Although here, twenty centuries later, our world holds as its highest value the elusive concept of "freedom", as doctors we should still voluntarily behave within its expected boundaries, so as not to upset the primary reasons for which our patients come to us in the first place.
Being a Christian doctor does require us to excel in our work. Being a good doctor is already a powerful witness for Christ. Being a caring doctor, coming across as a person whose primary aim in the doctoring role is to serve his or her patients, is already a wonderful testament to our loving God. Our behaviour, not just our words, can serve to point patients and bystanders in the direction of Christ, by showing forth His character. There is no rule against caring. So, firstly, we ought to do well in our occupation.
Secondly, there are times and places to talk about our own faiths, and those of our patients. On occasion, patients want to talk about their faith. If so, then this is one of the best times to think and talk about Christianity - but we need to listen, and find out where our patient is coming from. Some patients may already be Christians, and may wish to pray. Other patients might be agnostic, but might realise the increasing urgency to meet God, to find out if He exists or not. Yet others might come from a radically different background, and who knows, they may even try to preach to the doctor! Either way, it is safe to discuss faith issues if the patient brings up the issue in the first place - because their raising the issue is a sure sign that they are comfortable with talking about it, in some form at least.
I think it's worthwhile mentioning that there are chaplains and priests in many hospitals, whose services can be enlisted. Additionally, we can refer patients to a church, should they enquire or seem interested. It is too much for a doctor to pick up the task of pastorally shepherding a patient in the long term - ultimately, linking them with a welcoming church community is the best way to ensure their spiritual needs are met.
Anyway, I think it's time for me to sleep, and prepare myself to embark on what promises to be yet another busy week! God bless!
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Continuation...
I decided to post a continuation of the puzzle from before. This one doesn't require that you know the answer to the previous puzzle - I guess I just extended the story (honestly, though, I have no idea where the story is headed!). Puzzle writing is fun, I think. Anyway, have a go. This one's a bit more difficult than the previous one.
You awaken in the professor's house, groggy and tired after your ordeal the previous day.
You remember escaping from the cold, dark maze, then emerging into the blinding light of day - what was left of it, anyhow. It was late, and the sun began to set spectacularly after that. You arranged a rendezvous with your rescuer, who had helped you through a remote computer terminal. He introduced himself as a professor, one of a team unlocking the mysteries of the subterranean labyrinth in which you had been trapped. People appeared inside at various locations without warning, trapped by some sort of teleport mechanism. Some escaped, some didn't. You take some comfort in the fact that you are not alone in this - but feel sorry that some did not make it out alive. The professor took you in for the night, tending to your most immediate need - rest.
This morning, however, you see no sign of him. Evidently, he had left earlier in a rush, with a flurry of upturned papers strewn over the floor of the kitchen. All sorts of bits of paper haphazardly adorned the floor - article cutouts from Nature, Science, JAMA and many others. A hand-written note left on the table was barely legible. "Find me at the university in the relevant department". A sense of panic wells up inside of you as you realise that you hadn't been informed of what department that might be - indeed, you don't know what sort of professor he was. Your composure and sense of hope returns, however, as you examine the watermark behind the words.
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You awaken in the professor's house, groggy and tired after your ordeal the previous day.
You remember escaping from the cold, dark maze, then emerging into the blinding light of day - what was left of it, anyhow. It was late, and the sun began to set spectacularly after that. You arranged a rendezvous with your rescuer, who had helped you through a remote computer terminal. He introduced himself as a professor, one of a team unlocking the mysteries of the subterranean labyrinth in which you had been trapped. People appeared inside at various locations without warning, trapped by some sort of teleport mechanism. Some escaped, some didn't. You take some comfort in the fact that you are not alone in this - but feel sorry that some did not make it out alive. The professor took you in for the night, tending to your most immediate need - rest.
This morning, however, you see no sign of him. Evidently, he had left earlier in a rush, with a flurry of upturned papers strewn over the floor of the kitchen. All sorts of bits of paper haphazardly adorned the floor - article cutouts from Nature, Science, JAMA and many others. A hand-written note left on the table was barely legible. "Find me at the university in the relevant department". A sense of panic wells up inside of you as you realise that you hadn't been informed of what department that might be - indeed, you don't know what sort of professor he was. Your composure and sense of hope returns, however, as you examine the watermark behind the words.
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Friday, April 20, 2007
Night owl...
On night shift again. Tonight's almost been an absolute miracle that we now have some semblance of peace and order in the department! When I got here, it was crazy, manic - many patients in the waiting room, some waiting for more than four hours, and with all sorts of problems. Just another example of how there is a serious shortage of health professionals all around the country, especially in rural regions.
One of the patients sleeping here tonight is an example of one that this health system, despite all the good will in the hospital, probably cannot help. An elderly gentleman with chronic alcoholism, he was brought in by ambulance when the pub he frequents had missed him for four days! But then again, it seems he doesn't want to get better. It might just be his confusion - but there are a whole heap of other possible things. I just hope we can help him and find out, but even if we can in here, it's hard to see him turning from his old habits in the long term.
Anyhow, I'm glad to see that this department has turned from something closely resembling ER earlier on, to something now looking more like? well? sleepy heads and shut eyes anyway.
Nobody has yet answered my puzzle! Maybe they're all off doing the CISRA puzzle hunt! It will be nice to see someone solve it soon, though. Perhaps after CISRA, they'll come here and do the puzzle. Oh well. I'll drop another hint soon.
I have been thinking about Christians and the way they're represented in the world. It's sad to see some people close to me so against Christianity because some prominent Christians (notably the leaders of our country and of the US) are viewed so negatively, because of their role in the Iraq war, because of seeming arrogance and self-righteousness, and because of their relationship with the church. I think that politics is one area where churches should be very careful. Financial contributions, for example, to the Howard government by Hillsong church, comes across as a dangerous alliance crossing the traditional separation of church and state established centuries ago. It is clear that the two bodies share similar ideologies. Members of the government make frequent appearances on the Hillsong stage, and receive resounding applause. For the public, it appears that politicians are hijacking the faith bandwagon to build their support base.
Is this a dangerous thing per se? I think it can be. It is true that it is God who enables those in power to govern, and it is He who placed them in that position. However, to then claim that they are God's appointed (and therefore mandated) leaders is a false extension of this truth. On one hand, it is an extension. On another hand, though, it is the complete opposite - claiming a mandate to do whatever I want to do, is much different to fulfilling my duty to serve the country. The agenda should be one of service, and not powermongering. Certainly, a government should not seek simply to be re-elected, but should rather seek to genuinely serve the population that they govern. Not that the current government are alone in spending so much on their public profile, however. Christian politicians everywhere are declaring their faith in order to try and par with the government, showing themselves to be men and women after God. I don't think this is a bad thing - it is nice to know that there are Christians in politics. However, I don't think that this should be a real reason to vote for them. It is easy to say I'm a Christian - it's hard to behave as a model Christian. Indeed, it's impossible, with all of our human failings, to live up to the standards that Christ Himself set for us.
I hope that Christians in the public light increasingly recognise their situation. As real ambassadors for Christ, especially with their profile, Christian politicians should even more seek to serve the public genuinely, and display their servant heart. It is true servanthood that is the hallmark of the true Christian.
One of the patients sleeping here tonight is an example of one that this health system, despite all the good will in the hospital, probably cannot help. An elderly gentleman with chronic alcoholism, he was brought in by ambulance when the pub he frequents had missed him for four days! But then again, it seems he doesn't want to get better. It might just be his confusion - but there are a whole heap of other possible things. I just hope we can help him and find out, but even if we can in here, it's hard to see him turning from his old habits in the long term.
Anyhow, I'm glad to see that this department has turned from something closely resembling ER earlier on, to something now looking more like? well? sleepy heads and shut eyes anyway.
Nobody has yet answered my puzzle! Maybe they're all off doing the CISRA puzzle hunt! It will be nice to see someone solve it soon, though. Perhaps after CISRA, they'll come here and do the puzzle. Oh well. I'll drop another hint soon.
I have been thinking about Christians and the way they're represented in the world. It's sad to see some people close to me so against Christianity because some prominent Christians (notably the leaders of our country and of the US) are viewed so negatively, because of their role in the Iraq war, because of seeming arrogance and self-righteousness, and because of their relationship with the church. I think that politics is one area where churches should be very careful. Financial contributions, for example, to the Howard government by Hillsong church, comes across as a dangerous alliance crossing the traditional separation of church and state established centuries ago. It is clear that the two bodies share similar ideologies. Members of the government make frequent appearances on the Hillsong stage, and receive resounding applause. For the public, it appears that politicians are hijacking the faith bandwagon to build their support base.
Is this a dangerous thing per se? I think it can be. It is true that it is God who enables those in power to govern, and it is He who placed them in that position. However, to then claim that they are God's appointed (and therefore mandated) leaders is a false extension of this truth. On one hand, it is an extension. On another hand, though, it is the complete opposite - claiming a mandate to do whatever I want to do, is much different to fulfilling my duty to serve the country. The agenda should be one of service, and not powermongering. Certainly, a government should not seek simply to be re-elected, but should rather seek to genuinely serve the population that they govern. Not that the current government are alone in spending so much on their public profile, however. Christian politicians everywhere are declaring their faith in order to try and par with the government, showing themselves to be men and women after God. I don't think this is a bad thing - it is nice to know that there are Christians in politics. However, I don't think that this should be a real reason to vote for them. It is easy to say I'm a Christian - it's hard to behave as a model Christian. Indeed, it's impossible, with all of our human failings, to live up to the standards that Christ Himself set for us.
I hope that Christians in the public light increasingly recognise their situation. As real ambassadors for Christ, especially with their profile, Christian politicians should even more seek to serve the public genuinely, and display their servant heart. It is true servanthood that is the hallmark of the true Christian.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Puzzle time...
This one's for those who are suffering Puzzle Hunt withdrawal symptoms. It's just a puzzle I came up with one day, I can't remember how - but give it a go. Please post answer guesses in comments if you feel like, or else email me (so others can have a go)! I'll put hints in the comments area - if it seems like nobody's really getting the answer in a few days' time.
Anyway, here's the puzzle! Good luck! (Oh, and Happy Easter too - thank God for the Cross of Christ, that we may live!)
Anyway, here's the puzzle! Good luck! (Oh, and Happy Easter too - thank God for the Cross of Christ, that we may live!)
Flicker of Hope
You wander around the deserted complex, looking for a way out. The maze seems like a hopeless quest - each time you peer around the corner, your eyes stare deeply into an even longer corridor with numerous branches each way, illuminated only faintly with the dim, flickering yellow of well-worn ceiling lights.
Hours later, still wandering and ever more dejected, it is your ears, not your eyes, that finally give you some semblance of hope! A ticking noise emanates from a nondescript room several doors down, and you pick up your step in anticipation. Entering the room, however, there is not a living soul in sight. Several monitors flicker, most of them blankly, in what appears to have once been a crowded control room of some sort. The ticking noise comes through a speaker in the corner - at first you think it might just be static, but the eerie regularity of some of the blurts and blips that break through the noise makes you think there's more to it than randomness.
Next to the speaker, there is a monitor, less blank than the rest of them. Strange fractions scan rapidly across the screen in a repeated fashion. What could it mean? You grab a piece of paper and pen from your bag and jot down the fractions:
2/4 7/8 4/16 0/4 2/16 0/2 0/16 1/4 4/8 0/4 2/4 7/8 2/8 10/16 0/16 1/4 2/4 10/16 0/2 1/2 7/8 0/8 0/4 2/40/4 3/8 2/4 0/8 1/2 0/16 0/2 5/8 0/4 2/4 6/8 0/8 1/2 3/8 0/4 2/4 4/16 0/2 0/8 0/8 1/2 3/8 0/4 2/4
Sunday, April 01, 2007
A-Team...
Working in the ED again since yesterday, I've been sicker than some of the patients that have come through our doors! It's only a matter of time before this cough clears up, and the worst of it's over now. Either way, I'm happy to be working, as it seems to distract my mind from my cough and sickness (ironic, eh?) - and the moment I stop doing things, the cough starts up again. Oh well. That's life.
Anyhow, just killing time at the moment, end of my shift - and we've cleared the rooms pretty well! Not patients going "kaput!" if that's the idea you're getting - no, patients getting better and going home, by and large. This is the ED doctor's idea of nirvana, or as close as it gets in some ways. Some like it busy, but this - the sound of silence - can't be beaten, honestly! Given how busy it was at the start of the shift, it seems miraculous. Go A-Team!
Just recently, I bought a book by Philip Yancey called "Prayer: Does it make any difference?", a commentary on prayer and its role in our lives. I have found it very helpful, even from the outset. It begins by detailing some extraordinary statistics - 90% of Americans in a certain news-media survey claim to pray on a regular basis, with about a third praying at least daily. Some renowned historical prayer warriors, such as Martin Luther, used to spend up to four or five hours regularly, daily, on their knees, rising early to open the day with communion with the Creator. Other faiths, such as Islam, also perpetuate the idea of prayer as an essential way to commune with God, so important that they stop what they do in order to pray five times per day.
I admit, though, that I am not a model prayer warrior by any means. Daily prayer, yes. But, like most people, I spend barely 10 or 15 minutes in prayer, relating to God (our Creator, the most important relationship in my life) my honest thoughts and pleas, my praise for him and so on. And a lot of the time, I'm so tired when I pray, that my prayers come out a jumble of muddled up thoughts with no structure, little focus and concentration. I have thoughts like, if God knows everything, then why do we have to present our requests to him anyway?
I guess, first and foremost, we have to look at prayer in a different light - it is our direct means of communication and relationship with God. It is for our benefit, that God's presence might be felt, his blessing come down, as a stream rolls steadily down the mountainside. We are so privileged to be able to bathe in this stream - one that is accessible at any time, under any circumstance. Amazing, eh? It is more than just requests - after all, God does know our requests before we ask (although he loves to hear from his children, and answers our prayers as a father to his child) - it is our communion with God. What greater delight have we than to bask in the presence of God's glory?
Then, why do we spend so little time in prayer? Is communion with God not more important than pretty much anything else? Why do we lose perspective? Our perspectives tend to be guided away, in this day and age, by the immediate concerns of this world. Working hard in the ED here, I barely get time to think about anything else but my patients. Taking a moment to breathe (or cough) is a rare thing! And it's not just this kind of work, either. It is a problem everywhere - so much so that Thomas Merton, when asked to name the single greatest spiritual disease of our time, answered, "efficiency". Idle time is frowned on, we should always be working! That's why it's so remarkable to have this time now to write this blog. And think about God, and pray. Our perspectives get skewed. When we step back, and have a look at everything properly, we realise that the concerns of this moment are hardly a speck in the woods. In the moment, however, they are all the world to us.
What we need is to remind ourselves, every day, of this perspective problem. Take a step back, and look at your life from start to finish. Go outside, look at the sky and the stars. Go to the beach, watch the waves roll in - no matter what we do, these things never change. God is in control.
I hope that we can take this step back in the midst of our busy lives, and remember what really matters!
Anyhow, just killing time at the moment, end of my shift - and we've cleared the rooms pretty well! Not patients going "kaput!" if that's the idea you're getting - no, patients getting better and going home, by and large. This is the ED doctor's idea of nirvana, or as close as it gets in some ways. Some like it busy, but this - the sound of silence - can't be beaten, honestly! Given how busy it was at the start of the shift, it seems miraculous. Go A-Team!
Just recently, I bought a book by Philip Yancey called "Prayer: Does it make any difference?", a commentary on prayer and its role in our lives. I have found it very helpful, even from the outset. It begins by detailing some extraordinary statistics - 90% of Americans in a certain news-media survey claim to pray on a regular basis, with about a third praying at least daily. Some renowned historical prayer warriors, such as Martin Luther, used to spend up to four or five hours regularly, daily, on their knees, rising early to open the day with communion with the Creator. Other faiths, such as Islam, also perpetuate the idea of prayer as an essential way to commune with God, so important that they stop what they do in order to pray five times per day.
I admit, though, that I am not a model prayer warrior by any means. Daily prayer, yes. But, like most people, I spend barely 10 or 15 minutes in prayer, relating to God (our Creator, the most important relationship in my life) my honest thoughts and pleas, my praise for him and so on. And a lot of the time, I'm so tired when I pray, that my prayers come out a jumble of muddled up thoughts with no structure, little focus and concentration. I have thoughts like, if God knows everything, then why do we have to present our requests to him anyway?
I guess, first and foremost, we have to look at prayer in a different light - it is our direct means of communication and relationship with God. It is for our benefit, that God's presence might be felt, his blessing come down, as a stream rolls steadily down the mountainside. We are so privileged to be able to bathe in this stream - one that is accessible at any time, under any circumstance. Amazing, eh? It is more than just requests - after all, God does know our requests before we ask (although he loves to hear from his children, and answers our prayers as a father to his child) - it is our communion with God. What greater delight have we than to bask in the presence of God's glory?
Then, why do we spend so little time in prayer? Is communion with God not more important than pretty much anything else? Why do we lose perspective? Our perspectives tend to be guided away, in this day and age, by the immediate concerns of this world. Working hard in the ED here, I barely get time to think about anything else but my patients. Taking a moment to breathe (or cough) is a rare thing! And it's not just this kind of work, either. It is a problem everywhere - so much so that Thomas Merton, when asked to name the single greatest spiritual disease of our time, answered, "efficiency". Idle time is frowned on, we should always be working! That's why it's so remarkable to have this time now to write this blog. And think about God, and pray. Our perspectives get skewed. When we step back, and have a look at everything properly, we realise that the concerns of this moment are hardly a speck in the woods. In the moment, however, they are all the world to us.
What we need is to remind ourselves, every day, of this perspective problem. Take a step back, and look at your life from start to finish. Go outside, look at the sky and the stars. Go to the beach, watch the waves roll in - no matter what we do, these things never change. God is in control.
I hope that we can take this step back in the midst of our busy lives, and remember what really matters!
Monday, March 26, 2007
Facebook addiction...
Yes, it is addictive - Jane says so too. I wonder quite why. You're at risk the moment you join facebook - and nobody is immune! Symptoms include having no time to work, clean up the house, or even socialise in real life due to overspending time on facebook. And, if you're not on, then you get the cravings, tremors, sweats and confusion - not too different from the DTs. Sound familiar?
It won't be too long before the epidemic of facebook addiction and withdrawal floods my Emergency Department!
Back in Melbourne now, the Melbourne University Puzzle Hunt is starting. It's been a blast the past three years, and this year promises not to disappoint! Watch out for my puzzle on day 3.
It won't be too long before the epidemic of facebook addiction and withdrawal floods my Emergency Department!
Back in Melbourne now, the Melbourne University Puzzle Hunt is starting. It's been a blast the past three years, and this year promises not to disappoint! Watch out for my puzzle on day 3.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Atom feeds work!
Argh, facebook is addictive! Worse than chocolate.
Anyhow, I managed to get Atom feeds working into Facebook - so my blogs go there automatically! Just for those who have a blogger blog, and wish to import their blogs into facebook (or anywhere else, for that matter), your hidden feed address is at (generic example):
Atom - http://yourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default
RSS - http://yourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?alt=rss
Facebook is a useful resource though. And fun. And revealing! I was pleasantly surprised (actually, surprised isn't the term - it's hardly surprising that this very talented young man has gotten where he is!) to find out through the grapevine (internet) that Graeme (a friend from school) has been associate concertmaster of the Adelaide Symphony Orchestra for more than a year! Congratulations ;p
Uh oh, there goes my pager. That smells like work. Better go!
God bless ;p
Anyhow, I managed to get Atom feeds working into Facebook - so my blogs go there automatically! Just for those who have a blogger blog, and wish to import their blogs into facebook (or anywhere else, for that matter), your hidden feed address is at (generic example):
Atom - http://yourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default
RSS - http://yourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?alt=rss
Facebook is a useful resource though. And fun. And revealing! I was pleasantly surprised (actually, surprised isn't the term - it's hardly surprising that this very talented young man has gotten where he is!) to find out through the grapevine (internet) that Graeme (a friend from school) has been associate concertmaster of the Adelaide Symphony Orchestra for more than a year! Congratulations ;p
Uh oh, there goes my pager. That smells like work. Better go!
God bless ;p
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Night vampire...
It's been a virtual eternity since my last post in December! A whole 3 months and a bit - probably my longest blogging drought since this blog began many moons ago. Anyway, I'm working in Wangaratta at the moment, at the base hospital. I'm on night duty - making me the one vampire that haunts the roost until the sun rises the next morning! The night scene is new to me - I did one week about a month ago, and this is my second week-long stint on night duty. And the night brings with it many interesting customers - anything from the usual bread-and-butter chest pains that wake up in the middle of the night, traumas, sepsis, back pain from a bear hug, and (would you believe) coughs and colds. Weird old town, eh? Had a cough for a week or so - why not wander into the emergency department at 2am and see if we can get some antibiotics?
Anyhow, I thought I would write down some random thoughts. Thoughts about what drives us as humans? Why do we do the things we do? What keeps us interested, motivated to go on and watch time pass (or do our very best to ignore the fact that time is passing, for that matter)? I guess this is something that, really, we don't think about enough. And when we think about these things, we become depressed, or frustrated, at the lack of satisfactory answers.
One obvious level of answer would encompass the necessities of life - food, water, shelter, procreation - the things that, by very nature, an evolutionary system aimed at self preservation and survival would need to be concerned with. Just look at what we do from day to day, a diary log would reveal entries that support this viewpoint. Work. Eating. Sleeping. Sex. People like me exist because people are afraid of death, and we pour so much of our resources simply into delaying the inevitable. Survival, longevity. But then again, let's face it - this doesn't account for the activities that set us apart from other species. Sure, we do these things, enjoy them, and survive because of it. But humans are more complicated than that.
Perhaps we should be asking, what is it that we really want? People want to enjoy themselves. We do all sorts of other things: when we're not going about ensuring our survival, we go about seeking pleasure. Sometimes this is as simple as it sounds - playing games, hanging out, recreational activities, sharing a joke. But, layered on top of this, some interests are more ethereal. Fun? Maybe. But they seem to point to something higher.
Some forms of pleasure don't seem intrinsically to be linked to pleasure at all. After all, who would look at the hours of practice that go into learning a musical instrument and call that pleasure? These sorts of activities, however, do indeed aim at pleasure. They are geared towards bettering oneself in one way or another. They lead to a deeper sort of satisfaction - an inner sense of achievement, one that we are sometimes lucky enough to have. Yet others gain an altruistic satisfaction from aiding others - a sort of pleasure that can only be found in complex human society.
Another seemingly popular motive for the things we do is money. In developed societies, we all work for money, this buys us our necessities, and is a frequent means of attaining pleasure. There are the times, though, when money, in and of itself, seems to be a driving force. Ask the rich, and you'll quickly notice that many of the things they do are geared to further stretch their wealth - in spite of clearly having enough. Investments, property sales, tax optimisation (and evasion) are among those methods. Money can quickly become an intoxication. This is well illustrated by Mark 10:17-29, where Jesus teaches of the trappings of wealth, observing that "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God". The rich young man was virtuous in many other ways, but money proved to be his Achilles' heel. He was confronted with a choice between money, and eternal life, and chose not to give up his comfort - money. What then, is it about money that makes it such a strong allure? Is it the money itself? Is it the comfort, the security that it brings? Most people, when they see money, see beyond it to the things they can buy - food, new clothes, a holiday, a new car or house. Commodities geared to our comfort.
Comfort, pleasure, survival. This seems to account for most things.
But, then, many people seem to have these things in increasing amounts - and yet, they seem dissatisfied. Always striving for something else. Something more. There is more to life than being comfortable, having pleasure, and health, even procreation. Deep down inside, people yearn for something else, something better than life even. I wonder, then, whether this is one reason why so many people turn to religion, looking for a reason to live. So many religions exist, probably for this reason. Most are self-centred. Most leave it up to the individual to live a certain way, and therefore receive reward and fulfiilment. However the Bible reveals further purpose for mankind.
God created man. Ever wonder why God created the universe? It's not always intuitive in today's secular society - but if we look around us, we see nature, beauty, the work of the hand of God. Praise to Him, who created our world! This is, then, one of our greatest purposes - to be in a relationship with our God, praising and glorifying Him for what He has done. We are blinded by sin - that which separates us from God. But when our eyes are opened, when we find out our true identity as people of God, and as Peter says, "But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light."
So, our personal purpose is intertwined heavily with the purpose of the whole universe. We have been made for God's glory, and He calls us through Jesus to join in this purpose. Praise Him!
Anyhow, I thought I would write down some random thoughts. Thoughts about what drives us as humans? Why do we do the things we do? What keeps us interested, motivated to go on and watch time pass (or do our very best to ignore the fact that time is passing, for that matter)? I guess this is something that, really, we don't think about enough. And when we think about these things, we become depressed, or frustrated, at the lack of satisfactory answers.
One obvious level of answer would encompass the necessities of life - food, water, shelter, procreation - the things that, by very nature, an evolutionary system aimed at self preservation and survival would need to be concerned with. Just look at what we do from day to day, a diary log would reveal entries that support this viewpoint. Work. Eating. Sleeping. Sex. People like me exist because people are afraid of death, and we pour so much of our resources simply into delaying the inevitable. Survival, longevity. But then again, let's face it - this doesn't account for the activities that set us apart from other species. Sure, we do these things, enjoy them, and survive because of it. But humans are more complicated than that.
Perhaps we should be asking, what is it that we really want? People want to enjoy themselves. We do all sorts of other things: when we're not going about ensuring our survival, we go about seeking pleasure. Sometimes this is as simple as it sounds - playing games, hanging out, recreational activities, sharing a joke. But, layered on top of this, some interests are more ethereal. Fun? Maybe. But they seem to point to something higher.
Some forms of pleasure don't seem intrinsically to be linked to pleasure at all. After all, who would look at the hours of practice that go into learning a musical instrument and call that pleasure? These sorts of activities, however, do indeed aim at pleasure. They are geared towards bettering oneself in one way or another. They lead to a deeper sort of satisfaction - an inner sense of achievement, one that we are sometimes lucky enough to have. Yet others gain an altruistic satisfaction from aiding others - a sort of pleasure that can only be found in complex human society.
Another seemingly popular motive for the things we do is money. In developed societies, we all work for money, this buys us our necessities, and is a frequent means of attaining pleasure. There are the times, though, when money, in and of itself, seems to be a driving force. Ask the rich, and you'll quickly notice that many of the things they do are geared to further stretch their wealth - in spite of clearly having enough. Investments, property sales, tax optimisation (and evasion) are among those methods. Money can quickly become an intoxication. This is well illustrated by Mark 10:17-29, where Jesus teaches of the trappings of wealth, observing that "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God". The rich young man was virtuous in many other ways, but money proved to be his Achilles' heel. He was confronted with a choice between money, and eternal life, and chose not to give up his comfort - money. What then, is it about money that makes it such a strong allure? Is it the money itself? Is it the comfort, the security that it brings? Most people, when they see money, see beyond it to the things they can buy - food, new clothes, a holiday, a new car or house. Commodities geared to our comfort.
Comfort, pleasure, survival. This seems to account for most things.
But, then, many people seem to have these things in increasing amounts - and yet, they seem dissatisfied. Always striving for something else. Something more. There is more to life than being comfortable, having pleasure, and health, even procreation. Deep down inside, people yearn for something else, something better than life even. I wonder, then, whether this is one reason why so many people turn to religion, looking for a reason to live. So many religions exist, probably for this reason. Most are self-centred. Most leave it up to the individual to live a certain way, and therefore receive reward and fulfiilment. However the Bible reveals further purpose for mankind.
God created man. Ever wonder why God created the universe? It's not always intuitive in today's secular society - but if we look around us, we see nature, beauty, the work of the hand of God. Praise to Him, who created our world! This is, then, one of our greatest purposes - to be in a relationship with our God, praising and glorifying Him for what He has done. We are blinded by sin - that which separates us from God. But when our eyes are opened, when we find out our true identity as people of God, and as Peter says, "But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light."
So, our personal purpose is intertwined heavily with the purpose of the whole universe. We have been made for God's glory, and He calls us through Jesus to join in this purpose. Praise Him!
As you come to him, the living Stone — rejected by men but chosen by
God and precious to him — you also, like living stones, are being built into a
spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices
acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. For in Scripture it says:
"See, I lay a stone in Zion, a chosen and precious
cornerstone, and the one who trusts in him will never be put to
shame." Now to you who believe, this stone is precious. But to those who do not
believe, "The stone the builders rejected has become the capstone,"
and, "A stone that causes men to stumble and a rock that makes them
fall." They stumble because they disobey the message — which is also what they
were destined for.
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a
holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him
who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. Once you were not a
people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but
now you have received mercy.
Dear friends, I urge you, as aliens and
strangers in the world, to abstain from sinful desires, which war against your
soul. Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of
doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits
us.
- 1 Peter 2:4-12
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