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After graduation and internship, the young doctor set up his practice among the rural farm folk in the Midwest. They were hard-working people, educated in the ways of the land but not always in the ways of modern machinery.

Seed-time and harvest seemed to bring in the most injuries. The doctor always told his patients, “If you have questions about the treatment or you’re not happy about it, come back to my office tonight in my free time and we’ll discuss it or work on it some more at no charge to you.”

It built a reputation for this young man of being there for the residents of the community. He also built a reputation of prayer before every treatment. Some didn’t want prayer and left. For the others, this was their “Doc.”

Conversation in the waiting room one day caught the doctor’s attention. “Hey, ‘George’,” someone asked, “How’s your boy?”

“He rolled the tractor in a ditch and it fell on top of him.” Trying to hold back the tears, he continued, “I ran to him fast as I could. He was hurt real bad. I didn’t know how to carry him home so I got the flatbed and laid him out on that.”

“Did you bury him?” someone asked.

“Yup,” and the tears started to choke him.

“George,” called the doctor, gently motioning him to come even as he wondered what he could possibly do or say.

“My boy’s dead and buried, Doc, but you can help him, can’t you?”

Please Tell Me About Your Boy

“Come into my exam room and we’ll see what we can do.”

When George was seated, the doctor asked, “Please, tell me about your boy. What was his name? How old was he?’

He listened as the father talked about his son.

“You loved him, didn’t you?”


“Then this is what I want you to do. I want you to stand here and imagine that you’re holding your boy in your arms. And I’m going to pray for you.”

Feeling helpless but doing the only thing he knew to do, the doctor commended George and his boy to the hands of God.

A grateful and grieving father left the office. He had shared his heart. Someone had listened. Someone had prayed. Someone had comforted with a sense of closure.

Sometimes there are memories so dreadful and painful in our lives that even though we declare them “dead and buried,” they remain ever-present on our minds to grieve us. Blessed is the trusted friend who listens, who understands the need for closure, and who helps us give the grief to God.

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ…God of all comfort; who comforts us in all our affliction so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God” (2 Corinthians 1:3, 4).

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