Then I remembered something I had just listened to. Francis Chan told about visiting Lima, Peru where there had been an influx of refugees. He showed a picture of a dusty hillside filled with squatter shacks that house about 300,000 people. No running water. No electricity. Not a single doctor.
Not a single doctor for 300,000.
When that came to mind I felt ashamed at my arrogant, wealthy person pouting about how annoyed I get at my doctor.
Colossians 3:15 says “Be thankful.” Well, I’m pretty sure griping and being thankful cannot share the same space. I have swallowed the complaining, and you can be sure that when I’m at the doctor’s office today I’m going to be thanking God for the privilege of health care. I promise I’m going to listen to whatever my doctor says and be thankful for the privilege of medical education.
Is there something you’ve been complaining about?