David Custis Kimball - blog
You: Why Dave; why now?
Me: Well, I've a two talented kids; the younger said, 'Stop with the lectures.' Then asked, 'Dad, can I help you set up a blog?' Moments later, Me: 'OK, that's a great idea, thinkin' they might just read it someday.
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Winston Davids, 1969 - Trinity College Valedictorian - 1970; known endeavor: actuarial contributions to The Donald; since has contacted me and sadly is quite ill. Ask prayers for recovery; thanks for his brilliance and music.
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Theology, Design, History
I really didn’t celebrate the best Spirit of the World that I can think of or has been expressed by anyone, The Lord Jesus Christ, enough this past Christmas. No mass, no hymns singing, some giving, but not the real magic like the birth of something wonderful. I remember the magic of my daughter’s and son’s birth … both nearly perfect, then APGAR of 9 for my son, but in such imperfect worlds … that all the kings and bounty could not summon relief from Eve’s curse … that pain would fall to the woman and since the hospital of Eliz’s birth was having its accreditation suspended, no hot water, little room heat, the OB surgeon was reading a text book, because he didn’t know anything about what my wife was suffering from after eons of labor … and cesarean was scheduled, then postponed … and finally … a brilliant, though tired, senior resident lead the team to bring forth …. Behold a bountious girl … an angel ….
And wouldn’t you know it, we met the textbook reader about 4 years later and in my wife’s eighth month hit by an 18 wheeler as a passenger in a Mazda; she in the back seat, unable to get a seatbelt on facing the back passenger door, and wham around she spun with legs pushed up and slammed against the opposite door. Textbook Doc wanted to pull the kid … NO, after talking to our doctor, some 50 miles away…. and we rushed on … having to sign waiver upon waiver to be released …
My son’s was much faster, a contract had been signed and he was a top surgeon in demand … and he too was not pushed to the limit by labor … we had scheduled a C-sectiion at term … but then into the hands of harpies, spirits guided by profit, where an NICU was an impenetrable barrier, under threat of arrest … I called the Sheriff, but they only advised me to hire an attorney. A greater stoic son, there has been none, who submitted to needles pumping Gentimycin Sulfate into his cranial arteries or veins or any big enough after the prior ones collapsed. Why, why was he put there, when every moment was improving, yet behind me, sugar water and formula, sanctioned by law with over 40,000 bacteria per milliter … and his white count was finally succumbing and elevating …. until the finally, the morphine over dosed to my wife, in pain wore off …. she could and did breastfeed into bottles first then in a room attached to him who was attached to needles and pumps and evil. Our pediatrician … the Judas, not rehearsed, but had the 10 pieces of silver from Pediatrix, a profit center within the hospital, where such events were orchestrated … ‘But your daughter never got sick … she was so healthy …. yes, a referral fee….’ I hung up, never to speak to him again.
It is these that make one wonder why a birth is that miracle … when such a trauma can ensue … a Wonderous Birth … over and over and each day, each moment with that birth and love and growth …. into wisdom, beauty, melody, strength, endurance, bravery, selflessness, inventiveness… it is so wonderful … and to look back and to see Mary and her son, in a cave, hiding from the king … cold, but then … so much and so little time has blinked from his birth until ours and then our children’s … and on to your childrens…
Fall on you knees … thanks be to remember such a perfect man from such an imperfect world … as Moses, as Jacob and Daniel …. leading us somewhere beyond ourselves and our petty conquerings … to that holy birth … into the next realm. As if you could tell your embryonic link… inside as he floats in a warm tight world … what it will be like to breathe in Air …. the thinnest fluid that surrounds you when you leave there… it sure will give you lots of freedom. Can we expect more … I hope so … even if everything is not as perfect as we would like to believe…. What if you become smaller than the air …. you enter the air … and then beyond?
