I often say, “I am just what I am…warts, carbuncles, blemishes, and all.” It has always bothered me how I was perceived by other people. I grew up in a fishbowl atmosphere as a “preacher’s kid,” but as of today, I have resolved to try to be just me. I’ve decided that I cannot please everyone. I’m weary from trying. I’ve spent my entire life trying to please people, when the only one I’ve needed to worry about is my Creator. God formed me in my mother’s womb and created me in His own image, and that’s good enough for me. My desire is that the radiance of Jesus will always reflect on my face.
I’ve never proclaimed to be perfect and I never will be. That night on May 22, 1946, for one instant I was perfect, a creation of the Heavenly Father. As soon as I hit the air in the delivery room at Cabarrus County Hospital in Concord, North Carolina, I entered a world of disease, sin, and decay (warts, carbuncles, and blemishes). So, no! I’m not perfect. Even though I entered this old sinful world as a perfect little creation, my life over the years has become a conglomeration of warts, carbuncles, and blemishes. But there will be a day when this life will be over, and I will obtain that perfect body again. It will be a glorious body…just like His. I like to refer to my failures and sins as warts, carbuncles, and blemishes, but God will make me perfect again someday and take all of that away.
When I was born that warm night in 1946, obstetric medicine had not progressed to the point it is today. In fact, Cabarrus County Hospital was still in its infancy. The hospital was only about ten years old. According to my birth record signed by Lance T. Monroe, M.D, I entered the world at 8:35 p.m. Prior to my birth, Doctor Monroe had come to the waiting room and informed my father that something had gone wrong during the delivery procedure. Daddy was informed that I would probably not survive. I was born frank breech and the delivery had progressed too far to do a caesarian, which they rarely did in 1946. Daddy was devastated when Doctor Monroe also told him that there was no way I could survive and probably not my mother. He then gave my father a choice, “Preacher Digh, do you want me to try to save your wife or the baby? We may have to take the baby (and these were his words relayed to me by my father) piece by piece” Daddy’s reply was loud and clear, “That’s not my choice to make. I want them both.” So, my father turned to God through prayer. He went out behind the hospital and fell on his knees, and when he returned to the waiting room, I had arrived…screaming my lungs out, I’m sure. I haven’t hushed since that day.
Yes, I came into this world sitting down and I think that makes a strong statement regarding my character and personality. I have remained seated in my faith and beliefs. I will not be moved. I’ve experienced times when I’ve failed God and created many warts, carbuncles, and blemishes on my testimony, because I’m not perfect. But…God has remained faithful.
So, here I am…seated as usual at my computer…warts, carbuncles, blemishes, and all…just typing away. I haven’t hushed yet. As long as I live, I will share Christ and what he has done in my life. I’ve always known that God has had a purpose for my living, therefore, I plan to fulfill that purpose.
Can you imagine the pain I would have felt if Dr. Monroe had taken me from my mother’s body…piece by piece. My brain was already formed, as was my nervous system. So I guess you can understand why I don’t believe in abortion. A child is a gift from God…created in his image, and we are commanded to value that life as my father did.
“ I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 3:14
I’m reminded of some of the lyrics of that great old hymn by Horatio Spafford…It is Well With My Soul
My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!—
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!