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2 Cor. 4:17 For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; The Apostle Paul had a rough life post-conversion to Jesus. He went from being well on his way to the apex of Judaism to the dung pile. As Barnes writes, "The trials which Paul endured, to many persons would have seemed to be anything else but light. They consisted of want, and danger, and contempt, and stoning, and toil, and weariness, and the scorn of the world, and constant exposure to death by land or by sea." That Paul is treated so poorly by skeptics is a disgrace. Yet, Paul embraced that disgrace in order to bring grace to those deperately in need of it. Such a life is a testimony of the goodness of God. When I went to the school nurse a little over a week ago and then to the doctor, I put them somewhat at a disadvantage diagnostically. You see I have a very high tolerance for pain. That I was walking and talking with a perf...

After my recent surgery, I was rolled into a hospital room that was an overnighter. This is a room for patients who get surgery and will be out the next day. Unfortuntately, because of complications with my appendix surgery--it was ruptured--I had to be wheeled at something like 3 in the morning to a longer stay room on a different floor. Not exactly a joyride, especially since my bed had an errant wheel and the hospital staff kept crashing into stuff. The former room assignment had not caught up to my present condition. The patients in the new wing and floor were more seriously sick. The man in my room had pneumonia and was hacking all through the night. Not a good thing for a man like me whose immune system was seriously compromised. It sounded like he was taking his last breath at times and then he would cough up a huge hocker and spit it into something. Not quite soothing sounds after surgery. I think I got two hours sleep that night and once 7:30 or so rolled he cranked ...

Last Wednesday was when my appendix loudly made its issues known. I was so tender to the touch in my abdomen, that the school nurse told me to get to my doctor asap or directly to the emergency room. Appendix explosive. It can be deadly. I decided to see my doctor first. It seemed like a good half-step in the correct direction. If I was just suffering some flu-like aches, then I could retreat back to my house sheepishly for my hypochondria.. If not, my doctor would diagnose it and know how to turn the hands of the medical system quicker for my treatment. And he did. I am not sure I could have had a better level of care--from the school nurse, to my doctor, to the hospital, and my surgeon and staff. It went like clockwork. Although due to some pretty crappy information from a worker in my Dr's medical office about where the bloodwork was to be taken, I did walk around parking lots on a health campus, being tossed in the wet wind like a candy wrapper, f...

Dear Readers. Bierkergaard has been MIA because of an unexpected calamity. I didn't die but it sure felt like the Reaper was making a house call. Some day, this blog will go silent and whatever I have done for good or ill, will remain as long as blogspot allows it to stand. Until then, to write is to live and to live is to write. Just below eating and breathing and cheaper than a therapist. I air my issues at no cost to me or my audience. Blogotherapy. Man's search for meaning an an internet age. OK, so what was the calamity? Initially Appendicitis that devolved into a perforated/ruptured appendix. It seems that the condition was perforuptured. Somewhere on that continuum. Certainly not a bodily IED. It was serious though. The surgical team was going to first suck it out with minimal invasion but when they saw the appendix status, they had to cut me. And it hurt. And it still hurts. Suffering comes all our way. Funny when trouble hits we go "Why M...