Epiphany: A strange concoction.

They applied to his disease,

   a dressing of figs,

   and he recovered. (2 Kings 20:7)

Woke up thinking of those figs that led to King Hezekiah’s recovery. It was the Lord’s doing. God granted the King healing and another fifteen years of life. But, somehow, a brew of figs also had something to do with it. Not just a fig or two, but some sort of medical fig concoction applied to King Hezekiah’s diseased body, brings about his God-promised recovery. Sirach tells us that “The Lord created medicines out of the earth …by them the physician heals and takes away pain” (Sirach 38). I wonder what King Hezekiah was thinking when the physicians plastered his boils with their brew of figs.

I’ve been reading up on my own brew of hi-tech figs. The technician from Boston Scientific phoned and told me to make sure my stimulator, implanted in my chest, is properly charged for Friday’s appointment. This isn’t easy. I’m not good at reading instruction manuals. It’s complicated. It has to do with charging my charger, and making sure my remote is properly charged, and then sometime tomorrow, I’ll see if I can charge up my stimulator with my charged up charger, and then check it out with my charged up remote read-out that tells me whether or not my stimulator is properly charged.  Figs sounds better.