In the surgery waiting room at Chilton Memorial Hospital there is a steady hum in the background. It comes from a refrigerator, coffee machine, and water chiller. It comes from the ventilation system and from the office machines behind the receptionist’s desk. The one constant and inescapable sound, however, is not the hum; it is the ticking of the large wall clock.
At first it seems unfortunate that this is the sound that the occupants of this space must endure.
Time creeps along when waiting for surgery to be performed on someone near, especially when the outcome is not certain. A ticking clock seems to magnify the uncertainty. Seconds, minutes, and hours come and go with nothing to hold them back. Certainty and assurance do not come except at some unspecified time in the future. Even then only some information might come, and certainty and assurance remain elusive.
A few things are certain. The coming days will bring changes and challenges. Will we, and in particular will the person who is now in surgery, be able to cope with them? We must. We will gain patience and stamina in the process, even if there is a cost to be borne. In this light the ticking clock reminds us that time’s a wastin’ and we need to redeem it as we are able.
Finally, the ticking clock with its hands chasing an unseen future tells us that the human weaknesses that we face here and now, that make surgery necessary sometimes, will end some day. Creation groans and we await its redemption. We look forward to that day.
Thanks for stopping by. Best wishes for a peaceful and well-spent 2015!