The ridiculous tooth has gone and that’s really all I wish to say about that, but I did have an interesting moment while waiting for the dentist to pull the thing out.
The dentist put the injection’s in to deaden my gum and he had to use quite a bit. In fact so much that I actually felt the anesthetic moving through my face and into my eye which resulted in loosing the sight in my right eye.
I had a little panic.
The dentist sat me up in the chair and explained that the injections deaden the nerves and can sometimes reach the eye – but not to worry, my eye sight would return in 20 minutes or so (!). He said he would be back in a minute when the anesthetic had worked, and he left me alone for a while.
So while I was sitting there, by myself, waiting for my eyesight to return and for the dentist to return to pull out my tooth, having a little panic, I started to pray. And the prayer sounded something like this…’Please give me peace, please let the tooth come out easily, please let this be quick….’ and repeat.
…And then I thought, ‘why does this get to be easier for me than anyone else? God doesn’t love me more than anyone else.’
My assumption was that because I am a Christian that I should have it a bit easier and that Jesus would come and make the process less painful. …because I am a Christian…
I may acknowledge the Lordship of Christ and choose to align myself with him, but that doesn’t mean he loves me more than someone who doesn’t. And if in the process of aligning myself with Christ means that I give a degree of authority to the Gospels than I am left with no doubts that Christ’s face is forever facing those who don’t know him. As is his love.
There seems to be a very fine balance in Scripture between God’s blessing for those who acknowledge him and the responsibility that comes with that relationship. And there is an inordinate number of Scriptures which proclaims God’s focus on the lost, the broken, those who don’t know him. I don’t want my faith to be about pressing a button (ie. saying the right words) and expecting a big old bucket of blessing (or peace, or grace, or painlessness) to come down from on high. It has to be more than that.
The prayer that followed, while still waiting for the dentist, was something like this, ‘This sucks, lets get it over with, I know You’re here’.