Well, the day's finally here. I'm to report to the hospital at 6:00 a.m. tomorrow for my prostate surgery. They're taking out the whole thing, and with stage 4 cancer, I'm glad. Whatever the aftermath, I'll deal with it as best as I'm able to do so. One fellow my wife works with at the thrift store had surgery 15 years ago, and he's going strong today, and has never had any recurrence from it or recurrence of the cancer. That's exceptional, of course, but still shows what one can at least possibly hope for.
Whatever happens, I can very thankfully say that I've been a very richly blessed man in my time. And the greatest asset an old man like me can have is that realization, and thankfulness for it. I am continually awed by the greatness and power of the Lord. He is SO much greater and more powerful and wise than any of us could EVER be! He takes care of us when we don't even know how to do it for ourselves! What a wonderful Savior and Lord we serve! How can anyone not realize that God is indeed not only alive, but still in control, and increasingly so, in all probability. I weep for those who've allowed themselves to become so cynical and nihlistic as to believe that there is no real god but themselves! They are truly missing SO much!