JM’s God.By Dr. Glenn Bubley, MDEntering JM’s room I find him where I always do,
Pouring over his large print Bible as if its all brand new.
Before I can ask him how is today,
He looks me in the eye and asks if I’m ok. I marvel at how important my answer is to him
As he lies on his hospital bed, tubes in every limb.
If there is an ultimate justice of genuine worth,
Surely JM and his kind will inherit the earth.
In JM’s time he was a victim of segregation,
With no chance to rise above his station.
He working loading boxes with his back and hands,
Acceding for years to his bosses demands.
And now even with cancer he’s neither bitter nor angry,
His struggle comported with the utmost dignity.
This man of sorrow, acquainted with grief,
Only by his release will he find ultimate relief.
Although there may be a balm in Gilead,
On this ward, IV morphine is the best we have.
Although the pain of cancer gnaws at his bones
He’s apt to laugh more often than groan.
His smiles leave lines etched on his old black face
Reflecting an inner peace that cancer can’t erase.
His strength seems to be emanate from a glimpse of God,
A glance that may be as close as men are ever allowed.
Now hobbling through the valley of the shadow without moorings,
Will he soon “mount up on the wings of eagles†up soaring?
As for me, I have much more than my daily bread.
So I wonder what it is about the future I dread.
If I could embrace the mystery of his faith might I break free,
If I could quash my doubts could JM’s God touch me?
If I could genuinely consider the lilies of the field,
Might I find a faith that feels strong and real?
Then would vain-glory and self promotion,
Fall away in favor of more genuine emotions?
Would everything change if I could begin to ponder
If it really possible that He walked on water?
Did Moses really hear the Lord from the bush?
Does JM’s bible verses contain seeds of truth? Can a book learning cynic be taught by an unschooled man,
That some things are controlled by an unseen hand?
I had thought that JM’s God was only a useful superstition,
But his life bears witness that the Holy Ghost’s not just an apparition.
If he’s found a lasting faith and true hope that abides,
Then nothing else matters on this mortal side.
His pain and the cancer is just a brief bother,
Before he finally stands before his Father.
And on that last journey that we all take alone,
Will a redeemed JM stand before the throne?
And will he hear these words now that his race is run,
“My good and faithful servant, well done, well done.
Walk up right into this new Jerusalem, it’s not a dream
Here justice pours down like water, righteous a never-failing streamâ€
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