DAD'S CREDIBILITY

• Posted by Rev. Sir Patrick Shinkle December 11, 2009 - 1,304 views

    There should be no need to express credibility when blind faith is in order.      I know this is rather lengthy and I want you to know me and my Son.   I would like to take you back six years prior to being a cop. In 1971, I had enlisted in the Air Force and was stationed in Omaha at Sac Command as a Surgical Specialist assisting Doctors in the Operating Room for four years as a surgical assistant.   I averaged five cases M-F. You can do the math.   I loved it with a passion to the to the highest level possible (being handed the knife).   Believe me when I say, when you are up close with your hands inside a warm living body its easy to focus.  When you stand back and look at the patients abdominal contents resting on his belly the focus goes a way and time stops.   I liked staying close and anticipating the surgeons every need.   There was one case that changed my perspective of life that I will never forget.   They had just cracked open the chest during a lengthy procedure and called for me to scrub in and I did.   When I moved in close to the operative site, one surgeon said to give him my hand.   I did and he gently slid my hand under the patients heart and told me to lift gently.   It was warm and beating with a constant contraction rolling back and forth contracting and rolling.   For a second I felt so small in the cosmos and yet I knew only God could put together such a complex being and for 10 minutes he gifted me with life itself. I was only 22.    The last six years I spentas a SSgt in the Nebraska National Guard Medical Company and worked myway up to Top Sergeant of our Company.    I studied and became expert in several martial arts, 23 weapons, and I managed to get a Bachelor'sdegree in three years.    I was a Water Safety Instructor and taught basics wimming and Senior Life Saving at the same time.    I had to be a First Responder and that is the primary reason I became a Cop and delivered two babies.    One was a Double foot line breech.    I saved both of them.    So yes, I had to toot my horn.    I've seen fatalities and helped pick up the mangled bodies of 5 teenagers all killed in the same car.   I have also seen the kiss of death from a fatal pedestrian vs. Bus.  The next day there was a outline in the grass at the road side where she laid as though her spirit had sucked the life out of it.   Now let me shift gears.    Let me just say that Jasen was like a Black Belt when it came to the Guitar.   He learned by ear and had perfect pitch

    His Electric Guitar was smashed into pieces from the accident.    Family and Friends were allowed to pick up it's shatterred pieces.   The same imprint was present where Jasen died in a field.   The Kiss of death could be seen where he rested.    He had played his heart out in front of a small audience and it was a jaw dropper.   At the Church, I placed his Acoustic on its rack at the foot of his casket.    There it picked up the Harmonics and played the 3 favorate songs he often played beyond perfection when played.    And you could hear his guitar.     When I stood there, next to my Son's casket, I gently brushed his eyebrow over and over with tears running down, like they are this moment.    I new he was just a shell and that all he was is living in Heaven.    I knew this because of the Vision I had the day he passed away.     I can say this with conviction and the credibility I have,    The Father, the Son and Holy Spirit are every where and in your heart whether you like it or not.