He took the blind man by the hand and
led him outside the village. When he had spit on the man’s eyes and put his
hands on him, Jesus asked, “Do you see anything?” He looked up and said, “I see people; they
look like trees walking around.” Once more Jesus put his hands on the man’s
eyes. Then his eyes were opened, his sight was restored, and he saw everything
clearly. – Mark 8:22-25
What was the deal with Jesus spitting
on people? We know that if Jesus was
real, he could heal with just his own words.
Why did Jesus need to spit on people to heal certain maladies, like
And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground. – Luke 22:44. When Jesus prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane the night before he was crucified, it is stated in Biblical lore that his sweat became like drops of blood. Hematidrosis is a real medical condition in which the blood vessels surrounding the sweat glands rupture and mix with the sweat, producing drops of sweat. This is rare but is caused by extreme emotional distress. In this story, he knew that he was going to die. Likewise, when he was wandering the Judaean Desert for 40 days and 40 nights, when he intersected with Satan, he was truly tempted. He was starving, he knew that he was powerful and that he was there for a reason. Therefore, when the Devil offered that Jesus makes food for himself, etc., etc., it took every fiber of his being to resist.
Fast forward to today and analyze
those who participate in Lent. It is not uncommon for parishioners to abstain
from chocolate, coffee or cheese. What are these hollowed displays of piety
supposed to mean? If God actually existed, what would he say to these empty
offerings? Would God accept these pittances of sacrifice when the reality is
that you are probably doing things that are in contrast with the Bible? Is it
okay to sacrifice a food product for Lent when you are sleeping with someone
with being married? Are you following exactly what the Bible prescribes as a
godly way of life? If not, then you are wasting your time abstaining from a
food group because God will not be listening to you. Then again, he is not
listening to you because he does not exist.
I almost let my son die. If not for my loving wife, I may have let my
son die. This is what the “harmless” door
knocking Jehovah’s Witnesses can do and truly expect from you. They demand blood.
from the book The True Nature Of Human Nature
Preston was going to be born with a rare heart
condition known as “Transposition of the Great Arteries,” also known as TGA.
Without going into the details, the layman explanation of the condition
is that the heart was fine, but the arteries, the plumbing of the heart, was
inversely installed. The oxygenated
blood that was meant for the body was
re-pumped back to the lungs, and the
deoxygenated blood destined to be replenished
with oxygen in the lungs was redistributed
into the body again. In essence, he was
going to choke to death almost as soon as he left the safety of the womb. He would die in minutes, hours or days. If there were
sufficient mixing in the heart (something that occurs in almost all newborns), he would live a month or two
tops. The diagnosis of TGA was a death
sentence. A baby born with TGA, if no
remedial is done, will die. It is certain
Herein lies the issue. The Jehovah’s Witness organization does not
allow the use of blood transfusions.
They use the bible as evidence that God would not allow such a thing. If a Witness were to proceed with a
transfusion, they would be disfellowshipped,
the most severe form of excommunication that exists.
Here is the defining moment for me
personally. My wife followed her own path to emancipation, and I am happy to say we all met at the same
destination of peace. We found the best
doctor in the world to do the procedure, Dr. Jan Quaegebeur and the procedure
in his hands had a 99% success rate. We
discussed with the other doctors that we needed this to be a bloodless surgery,
and they agreed to do their best. They gave our son blood expanders and would
recycle his blood as required.
However, the day of the surgery came and Dr. Q, as he is called at the hospital came up to us and said that he would do the best to avoid a blood transfusion but that he could not guarantee a bloodless surgery. There is a certain amount of blood required in the blood pump before it can operate and being that Preston was two weeks old, he did not have a lot of blood available. I kept saying out loud “this is supposed to be a bloodless surgery!” but my loving wife intervened and said, “Please do whatever it takes to save our son” and she signed the requisite waivers. I felt relieved that my wife made the tough decision but also ashamed. Did this false religion mean more to me than my son? See chapter 4 for a more in-depth view of this situation under the discussion of “Social Compliance.” I feel that in the end, I would have caved in and accepted the procedure with blood, but I will never truly know. I only know that I have Dr. Q and my loving, intelligent wife to thank for in saving the life of my son. A blood transfusion was, in fact, necessary or the chance for death was certain. I never wanted to broach the subject again, but my wife did and one day said “Are you ok with my decision for a blood transfusion? I pick the life of my son over God”. I agreed with her decision, with the weight of my shame in full view of my facial features. I thanked her for doing what I was not ready to do, save our son.