The Cahill's

My brother wrote this email, the last communication we will have until sometime tomorrow afternoon. If you don’t get all of it that’s okay, this is just a taste of what a funny, clever and unique guy my brother is, I can’t wait till ya’ll get to meet him.

SUBJECT: LAST TRANSMISSION
CLEARANCE CODE: 77-808
DATE: 05.18.05
TIME: 2100

–*TRANSMISSION BEGINS*–

*CKKHHH* Come in room 512. Clearance code 77-808. Operation Niagara is in full
swing. The MO (modus operandi) has been packed and is ready for launch. Launch
time scheduled for 600. The MO is disguised as a silver van. The three
operatives in 512 are to meet at rondevouz RCI. The operation will then move to
the beach head. This will be the last transmission before the operation starts.
Have all gear receptacles ready for immediate evacuation. All nessicary gear has
been loaded into the MO. This includes rappeling gear, provisions, and back up
agents. Be Ready. Timing is everything. And remember – caulk makes a window job
look good. Over and out. 10-4. *CCKKKHH*

–*TRANSMISSION ENDS*–

END TIME: 2113
EXIT CODE: 58-924-13

Wow! I feel great now! Medicines prescribed for big people have great effects on little people. 🙂 I’m going to have to start a collection of the various bottles received from different caring souls, plus get an in-box to hold all of my “doctor’s orders.” Everyone has been so compassionate; it just kind of overwhelms me. One person makes the most sympathetic little groan that I want to hug them each time.

Just so it’s clear, I didn’t re-injure myself today, it’s just a little aggravated and sore, nothing that a few frantic days of studying won’t cure 🙂 I’ve been thinking a lot about why I got the set back a few days ago and I ended up writing my commentary on that line of thinking, and I’m going to post two paragraphs which follows my line of thought.

Sorrow and joy; opposites reconciled. The sorrow is great, frantic, desperate; trouble has caused the afflicted to cry out. Yet the very source of pain becomes the catalyst for joy. The joy that comes is very different from the sorrow; it is calm, controlled and peaceful; a quiet inner happiness that comes from being well off.

I have experienced a time of sorrow, maybe not as intense as the disciples losing Jesus, but I did cry out in despair and frustration. I sustained injury not once but twice; my lifestyle as I knew it has been altered; I have a fear of what the near future might bring. But I have this hope, that God will turn my sorrow into joy as I strive to put on a garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. In Psalm 51 David pleads with God to “Make me to hear joy and gladness,” the word “hear” implies attentiveness and obedience. I must purposefully listen, straining to catch His voice, which could not be heard when I was so busy venting my own feelings. Maybe that’s why the joy that comes is calm and quiet, such a contrast to the sorrow. The last half of the plea from David is that “the bones which Thou hast broken may rejoice.” My source of sorrow will be turned into the basis of my joy.

Sorry about that last post, I shouldn’t write on soccer nights. Look at the the profile picture, it’s a drawing of mine that I have hanging up here in our room. As I looked at it last night and today it sturck me that here is Jesus, His body borken for me; can’t I be broken for Him?