Repaired hearts

Surely, God has a sense of humor.

Generally, I write these blog posts roughly two to three weeks in advance and set them to go up automatically. Today, that makes for an amusing coincidence. The last post was entitled, “New Hearts.” And tomorrow morning, I get to go into the hospital for a heart procedure.

I’ve written before about my atrial fibrillation, a condition that’s more annoying than life-threatening. And I’m not going in for anything as radical as open-heart surgery. The procedure is called an ablation, which involves snaking an electrode through a catheter and up into the heart to cauterize tissue. Essentially, they need to burn firewalls around each of the pulmonary veins that lead into the left atrium; it’s the errant electrical activity in these veins that has supposedly been causing my heart to occasionally misfire. Lord willing, the procedure will take a maximum of five hours and I’ll be released from the hospital the following day, with a warning to lay low for a week.

I’ve been asked a few times if I’m anxious about the surgery. I can’t say that I’m looking forward to it, at least not in the same way that I might look forward to, oh, a good sushi dinner or a new Pixar movie. Surely that’s not surprising. The surgeon seems like a rather cautious fellow, and the procedure is not particularly high-risk for someone of my age and general health (the latter, good; the former…never mind). At worst, the surgical solution won’t take, and I’ll still have my A-Fib. But there’ll never be a better time to try, so in I go.

I’m not particularly concerned about it. You could say it’s the risk statistics. You could say it’s denial. You could say it’s just the fact that so many of my friends and colleagues have to deal with their own health problems and surgeries, and it’s just my turn. And there’s probably an element of truth in all of those explanations.

But you can also say that having a heart made new in Christ and the Holy Spirit gives you a different perspective on getting this old heart of flesh repaired. Whatever happens in the present medically, be it success or failure, my hope is grounded in a future of resurrection.

To God be the glory.  Great things he has done, and great things he will yet do.