Having just undergone, last Friday, December 14, 2012, a living donor kidney transplant as a donor, I can write that you can donate a kidney on Friday morning, leave the hospital on Saturday at 1:00 p.m., go to church on Sunday morning and go shopping on Monday.
That can be done.
However, I also learned an hour ago that a local businesswoman named Marina, whom I met two weeks ago, passed away December 8th. She was also on the transplant waiting list.
She was supposed to be at my surgery.
She was supposed to meet David Edwards and his new kidney.
She and I had been put together by my Senior Pastor and he had told her of the upcoming donation.
She teared up when I met her and she spoke my name.
She had a passion for life and compassion for others.
She teared up again when she spoke of suffering.
Not her suffering, but the suffering of others.
I did not know why she had not returned my phone call until earlier this afternoon.
And she is gone.
A preventable loss.
Why did she die? Because someone would not bring her their kidney and kept delaying and continued to say, “But first, let me…”
Want to change the world and don’t know how?
Pray the prayer I prayed a couple of years ago.
“God, I know I have something within me that can make this world a better place.”
I thought it might be speaking. I thought it might be writing.
God heard my prayer and said, “No, John, it’s actually your kidney.”