A Letter from Ian

Hello! Greetings from HOME eleven days after I had a change of heart and decided I’d like to stick around a while longer. Fifty-eight pounds later has only made my smile bigger.

As Jesus weaved the story of the Prodigal Son in the Book of Luke (Chap 15) I envisioned, upon recalling the story, that of the Prodigal Father literally “lifting his toga” to run to his son upon seeing him in the distance. As I lay in the hospital I envisioned my Father in heaven running to me with a wrapped gift. His Love is overwhelming and unfathomable. It’s like my gift was wrapped up as if I were blind person, not able see it only feel the gift that I now have inside me. What a Christmas I had!

Between hospital stays (while waiting for a heart) my sister and I had a chance to talk to a survivor of “D” Day and Battle of the Bulge. My forty-five days stay in the hospital with visitors, cable, cell phone, paled in comparison to the “D” Day survivor’s 600 plus days on the mend in many English hospitals with no visitors etc. in the late 1940’s. Six Purple Hearts later and an admiring and thankful Canadian was moved and humbled by any of my indulgences in self pity. Our freedom was paid for by men like this.

In the spring of 1973 in Cape Town, South Africa I met Dr. Christian Barnard the first heart transplant doctor to have the tenacity to experiment and successfully transplant the first human heart. Imagine how God smiled knowing those thirty-six years later that I too would recall that ironic moment when Dr. Barnard and I met. What a pioneer he was. God knows the future and directs His blessing toward us.

BLESSINGS

May I please indulge and tip my hat to friendship (thirty eight years) with my local friend who brought me through the adjustment of diapers and my one psychological breakdown (stir crazy). For an invested friendship I am so blessed.

A friend traveled twenty-four hundred miles to see me in ICU. With hundreds praying for me I experienced a spiritual consistency in conversational prayer that was “non-addressed to Him” but with Him and then answered once with a supernatural event that occurred two seconds after my “talking to Him”

I dedicated my stay in the hospital to my good friend with cancer, Dave Oliver. His pain and suffering was consistently brought before me. He died in the middle of my stay. Per God’s performance in me I never questioned my situation or circumstances only Dave’s. He was a pastor with a loving wife and a young daughter. I am sad and lacking knowing I will not see Dave here again but trust God for His wisdom and timing.

One asset that means the world to me is my MP3 player with my free downloads of Marshillchurch.org Bible Studies. (Book of John in archives) check it out. John chapter two reflects much of what my personality and philosophy of theology is than any section I have ever heard or read.


What Condition, My Condition Is In:

I had met my heart surgeon seven years earlier in his Malibu home. His son had gone along with my son to Nepal on a mission trip in the late 90’s, and little did I know it would be he that would operate on me later in my life. (I felt that smile from God again) Since when does the head of the heart transplant team (another doctor) pray three different times with a patient? Mine did.

With cancer extracted along with the prostate and three other operations I was ready for the transplant. I went home and ten days later I was called at three in the morning with a ready heart. The heart along with a Lear jet out of (Stanford Medical) San Francisco rushed me this new ticker. I received a very young heart of approx. 30 years old. (That’s all they let one know)

Eleven days after the transplant I was released to go home before Christmas. I have been in some pain. The enemy is infection and rejection. I am loaded with immunosuppressant drugs. I cannot be in crowds for months. I cannot eat eggs over-easy, Sushi, med/rare steaks and also may not enjoy my prior daily Jacuzzi and steam baths for the rest of my life. And most disappointedly I will not be able to go to any third world countries. My dream to take the trans-Siberian railroad across Russian to Mongolia has died.

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For each of you I am so very thankful and beyond blessed. May you grow in your faith as you trust, rely and cling to HIM Who is beyond measure.

Feel free to respond to the blog or feel free to write to me at ianhsmith@gmail.com

I trust that no one responds with any, “Wow, Ian you are (whatever) because Jesus did it in me as HE may doing in you.)

Just Him,
Ian