Trauma

I was watching one of the new fall TV offerings this week. It was named "Trauma."

The jury's still out on whether the show is any good, but as things I watch are prone to do, one scene stood out.

A paramedic and an ER doctor were having a conversation at the end of a difficult day. She lamented the death of a patient and he responded, "People get hurt, some get saved, and a lot die."

She said, "I wish I hadn't come to work today."

"You don't get to choose the days or the results," he said.


That just about describes trauma of all kind ... physical, spiritual, mental. All of us get hurt, some of us are saved, and a lot die.

We all wish we could have avoided those traumas. If life offered us a skip day, there are days we would take it in a heartbeat.

But we don't get to choose. The day Adam and Eve ate that fruit in the Garden of Eden, trauma was destined to be a part of this world from beginning to end.

But that's no reason to quit either. We have to continue to try ... to try and heal, to try and trust, to try and understand our God and our fellow man. When we quit, that's when a lot die, including ourselves.

We must strive to be agents of mercy. It reminds me of one of my favorite songs, Mercy Lives Here, by The Choir.

A girl in the corner is crying
The silver haired lady’s alone
And the queen of the boulevard’s trying
To hustle somebody home
The smokin’ man shakes
While the broken girl aches
And the clown starts to sing his song

He sings mercy lives here
Oh Mercy lives here
At home with the saints and the sinners
Mercy lives here