GOD OF ALL FLESH!
Whom You Love Is (Was) Sick"
|INDEED HE, EPAPHRODITUS
WAS SICK ALMOST UNTO DEATH BUT GOD HAD MERCY ON HIM AND
NOT ONLY ON HIM BUT ON ME ALSO..............
(ST. PAUL WRITES/PHILIPPIANS 2:27)
is exceedingly merciful and extremely generous and I
love him more than anyone or anything because he first
It was March 4 2008, 2am when a pain struck my
heart like a fully loaded freight train and
lodged. It was strong enough to wake me from a deep
sleep and the first thing that came to mind was......food
poisoning. Only the day before I bought a
chicken-kebab take-away while on the move.
It was only a couple of months prior that I bought a
lamb kebab from the same (Arab) shop and landed myself in bed
crippled with food poisoning for 3 days. I gather it
is not always wise to give all people the benefit of the
After about 2 hours my wife became worried and suggested
ringing an ambulance but I was not yet fully convinced
that it was anything more than food poisoning. Hence I
endeavoured to weather the condition thinking that I may
as the last time flush out the poison with plenty of
water and rest (the ambulance have enough to do
Pains in both my stomach and chest were now well and
truly overtaking me in the 3rd hour so that I was
buckled up on the bed in agony. I got so bad I moved to
the dining room floor onto the cool tiles to roll around
searching for relief, while calling on the Christ.
Around 8.30am I was starting to gasp for breath,
the pain was acute, my wife and I decided to call the
police to get the number of a taxi, they were not
interested. We ruled out the ambulance for I assumed
that we may end up in a waiting room for a long time. We
then tried to find a taxi number and after much
searching found one only to find they were also busy.
By this time I was behaving like a man who was totally
and fully drunk and drugged. We knew time was fleeting
so I had a shower with bent knees, pain and trembling
running through my entire body like electricity through
a power line.
After showering, dressing and cleaning I had no choice
but to go back to the tiled floor to think for a little,
it was then a voice said to me "get up and walk out
the door", I had no where else I could go, so I did.
This I believed was my last and only hope left.
So I dragged myself up off the tiles with a strength
that was not mine and headed to the door then opening
the screen door I walked toward our driveway like a man
that was drugged and paralytic drunk, like a man who had
lost his mind, (as the man who picked me up said).
That very moment a car was passing by and I used all the
strength I had to lift my arm to flag this driver he
stopped with the screech of brakes. He reversed up our
driveway and said "you're in a bad way mate". I
told him I needed help, I needed a taxi to get to my
family doctor so he took me to the taxi rank.
As I left his car I staggered into the barber shop next
to the rank and lay down on the bench till the taxi
came, the barber was bewildered. The taxi arrived and
the people who exited the car were looking at me with a
shocked look while the driver didn't know what to think,
maybe he thought I was another drunk/drug addict who had
lost the thread. This driver was not the one we ordered
but simply a driver dropping off some people.
The driver was a burly islander, a gentle giant
type and when he found out I had food poisoning he
started to worry (it can kill) for each and every
mile. For every mile I got worse and my wife cried more
and each time he looked in the rear view and saw that I
was about to go to sleep (I was exhausted) he
cried "God will help us man" "God will help us
man"!!!!!!don't give out man!!!!!!!!!!
On reaching our family doctor I staggered into the
surgery and nearly immediately was rushed to the
patients room where the nurses filled me with morphine
shots, the pain dropped but out of nowhere I was almost
out of breath even with an oxygen mask on. It wasn't
long before para-medics arrived on the scene with more
morphine and a nitro lingual spray.
I was finally brought to a steady beat then we traveled
by ambulance to the Royal Brisbane Hospital where a team
of professionals cared for me and closely monitored me
in the Cardiac Division.
It was the 5.3.2008 when the 'Cardiac Specialists'
took a close detailed look at my heart via a camera
which was feed through my groin. And the results were
that.....my heart was pumping well, my lungs were fine,
I had no diabetes, my blood pressure was good and I had
good cholesterol. The main and major problem was, one
of my arteries was completely destroyed.
Destroyed to the place where my chances of getting an
intracoronary 'stent' put in the artery was
limited, I didn't want a 'stent' anyway.
My prayer prior to being cut was, "Father I don't
want a stent and I don't want pills for the rest of my
life but I still leave it all to your miracle hands,
what do you want"?
|This testimony-message is
not about positive thinking or positive living, it is
all about taking God given faith in the infallible
'Faith/Doctrine of the infallible creator Jesus the
Christ, Yahweh.....Ephesians 2:8, John 11:25,26.
|The outcome was and what
I settled for were 'Cartia ' tablets, which are a
special aspirin that prevents the arteries from
clogging. I will also be combining them with a lean diet
ongoing regular exercise, the first couple of months
being closely monitored by professionals.
● The attack itself amounted to 'food-poisoning' with
a heart attack lasting for 8 hours from the
hours of 2AM - 10AM, 4.3.2008.
The Cardiac Specialists were in wonder that a man could
stand such pain for 8 hours and still live. In my 3 day
stay at the hospital Jesus provided me with ample
opportunities to witness the 'saving hand' of
Yahweh in many ways. Jesus is 'the life'.
As I said to one of the male nurses....Daniel,
"if I had to go through this just to give you this tract
and tell you about Jesus it was all worth it".
Jesus is the God of all flesh even 'heart flesh'
and if God wills I will live tomorrow.....Jeremiah
32:27, James 4:14, 15.
Here are a couple of extras about the event.....
|* My sister Pat who lives
in another city was spring cleaning the day I had my
attack and she placed two of my books on her table....'Birds
and Fish', the other was 'Eternally Secure'
which was on top.
* My sister Lyn who also lives in another city when she
heard about the news came to visit and she brought with
her two books....'Birds and Fish' and the other
was 'Eternally Secure'........for reuse.
* The Newsletter from the previous Sunday was 'And
when I die and when I'm gone' dated 2.3.2008.
|Once again as usual I pay
full and complete Homage to my God - Jesus the Christ,
the resurrection and the life, every moment of everyday.
My life does not depend on my heart/flesh, rather it is
he/Jesus who holds the keys of life and death.......click.
● If God wills I 'will' live tomorrow!
Pastor Paul Sheehan
P.S. I want to give thanks with a grateful heart to the
stranger who gave me a lift to the taxi rank, the barber
who let me lay down on the seat, the taxi driver who
cared for me so much, my family doctor for her love, the
paramedics for their speed, the ambulance for their
comfort, the Royal Brisbane Hospital Cardiac
Section....all the specialist doctors, sisters and
nurses, the Canteen lady and the bloke in bed next to me
for giving me some important info about my car battery.
I also want to thank my family, wife and church members
who came and sat by my bed, sorted my daily duties and
showed me a truck load of real love. But most of all
I want to give all the glory to Jesus. I love you
Without him I
can do nothing
Without him I'd surely fail
Without him life's not worth
I'm like a ship without a sail.
O Jesus, O Jesus,
Do you know him today
Please don't turn him away
Jesus, O Jesus
Without Him how lost I would be.
|On consideration of the
entire event as it unfolded it is wise to understand
that if I had rung the ambulance and had gone directly
to hospital there was a good chance they would have
inserted a 'stent' especially when they had the
backing (consent) of a loving, grieving, worried wife close by who had zero
knowledge of the repercussions and upkeep of such an
However, as I said clearly to the cardiac
specialists/surgeons...."my decision is no reflection
of their professionalism or proficiency. My decision is
a reflection of me and my faith. No stent or pills
|"once again I have
seen the glory of my God - Jesus the Christ".