Made in God’s Image

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
September 18, 1999

Kleenex Alert!!!!

Dr. Frederic Loomis faced a very difficult decision, should he allow the deformed baby about to be delivered to live or die. He had only seconds to decide. Dr. Loomis had delivered hundreds of babies, but this one was different.

The infant lay in a breech position, promising at best a difficult and dangerous birth. One of its feet stretched only to the knee of the other leg. Furthermore, the child was missing a thigh. The mother, a frail person visiting the sterile delivery room for her first time, wasn’t aware of the grossly deformed child struggling to survive.

Dr. Loomis closed his eyes; at his fingertips squirmed a pitiful creature yet unborn. Would not the most loving thing be to detain the birth long enough to cause the child to be stillborn? He agonized within himself. Will this kid not be considered a freak, a twisted burden to its delicate mother?

How can I justify playing a part in such a cruel drama? Surely no one will ever know if I spare this family from inevitable pain. The doctor, through the baby’s cord, felt its heartbeat- dancing in rhythm to his own wildly racing heart.

As Dr. Loomis continued to prevent the birth, he felt the normal foot pressing for passage into the world. Suddenly, he could no longer justify “playing God.” Instead, he would trust God to care for this child against what seemed to be impossible odds. Dr. Loomis delivered the infant into the world, which, he sensed, would be very unkind.

In the years that followed, Dr. Loomis often second-guessed his decision. He watched the anguish of the family as desperate parents sought in vain to find some correction for their child’s deformity. Even after they moved away, Dr. Loomis continued to lament the burden that he’d saddled on the family. The heartache, if often said to himself, was his fault. In time, however, Dr. Loomis would find peace. It came at an unexpected time and place, the hospital Christmas party.

Typically, it was during the holiday season when his pain seemed most severe. He couldn’t shake the image of that unfortunate child from his mind. While the world celebrated the greatest birth ever known, Dr. Loomis obsessed over the saddest birth he’d ever known.

At this particular party, the most heavenly music filled the room. The sadness seemed to dissipate as the rich tones of “Silent Night” washed Dr. Loomis’ anguished spirit.

Following the concert, a woman approached him. “Doctor,”  she said excitedly. “You saw her!”

Dr. Loomis studied the woman’s face, wanting to recognize her but unable to recall the memory. “I’m sorry. I should know you, but you may need to help me.”

“Don’t you remember the little girl with only one good leg, seventeen years ago?”

Remember….it was the one thing in his life that he couldn’t forget!

In disbelief, he listened to her story. “That baby was my daughter, Doctor. And I saw you watching her play the harp tonight! She has an artificial leg. She’s doing well.”

At her Mom’s bidding, the lovely harpist walked toward them.  With tears in his eyes, Dr. Loomis enveloped the girl in his arms. “Please,” he said in a tightening voice, “please play Silent Night for me one more time.”

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9 comments
    • WOW, is the exact word I used when I read this story!!! It has a powerful closing!!!

      I just followed your Blog “Morning Coffee – Daily Devotional” at: http://morningcoffeedevotions.wordpress.com/ I like the devotions plus the coffee cup pictured on the outside table, mountains in the background, and the steam coming off the cup!!!! I can almost smell the coffee in the air…..

      Take Care and God Bless 🙂 Kenny T

      • Thank you Kenny for checking out my blog. I love what you are doing with yours. Iike dilbert and the stories in the morning. Especially this one

      • Hello Kenny. the story i read this morning was awesome and is the inspiration for tomorrows morning coffee. I know you are not the original author but I m asking for your permission to use it in my devotion for tomorrow. i will provide a link to your blog since you would be the source of the story.

        Much Love & God Bless
        APoetsHeart51

  1. A very moving account that deeply stirred my heart and soul. Truly, if one has the courage and fortitude to bear their pain and suffering with a spirit of humility and dignity may one truly bear witness to and reflect the grace of our beloved Lord and Saviour Christ Jesus.

    2 Corinthians 12:9 (NKJV)

    9 And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

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