I’m sure in every job there is pressure to get things right, to not make mistakes, but it seems in a doctor’s office when people depend on other people who depend on other people to get patients scheduled, signed in, in to see the doctor and treated in a somewhat timely manner, there is extra pressure.  Add people’s busy schedules and often stressful lives to the mix and the pressure to get it right is multiplied.

I help make appointments as one of my duties.  It’s a simple task but if I’m not careful little mistakes can turn into big, embarrassing problems.

One day a nice gal came into the office and up to the counter, saying she had two appointments that day:  One with an ENT doc, and then with the Allergist downstairs.  I looked on our list and didn’t see her name.  I told her no problem, we’d check the other computer program that has the schedule on it.  She wasn’t there either.  I did an inquiry into appointments made and she had been there a few weeks earlier but there was nothing else listed.  I asked her if maybe she got mixed up.  She said she had the appointment card in her car, the one showing she had these two appointments on it.  She went out to get it.

I turned around to look at my friends who also work up front and make appointments.  We didn’t really say anything but we were all hoping it wasn’t our handwriting on that card when she came back in.  Someone gave her the card and forgot to put the appointments in the computer which was a big deal because she probably wouldn’t get seen that day.  She had taken time off work and everything.

Well in a moment she came back in and guess whose handwriting was on the card?  Yep.  Mine.  My stomach flipped over as I asked her to have a seat and I’d see what we could do.  There was no time to see her, I found out, so I had to go back and tell her I made a mistake.  She had no appointments and we’d have to reschedule.  I was anxious about doing that, but was fortunate to get a gracious response.  She was very understanding (more than I deserved!) and we rescheduled her appointments.

It’s no fun to face up something I’ve done wrong.  As a matter of fact, I would rather not have to do it.  Usually when you admit your errors, you get consequences and who wants those?

On a much more critical, more drastic scale, Jesus could hold up card after card of mistakes I’ve made in my life and yep, I’d see my handwriting.  There’s no denying I did those things.  I sinned.  It’s clear that I tend to fall, to wander, to offend Him with a bad attitude from time to time, a not so pure thought, gossip, selfishness, whatever.

The dread I would feel knowing consequences are on the way is erased though, because Jesus wrote His name over all those cards!  He took the blame for all those mess-ups, all those offenses.  He even took the deadly, painful consequences.  Why on earth would He do that?


Amazing, pure, God-love.  Love I don’t deserve but am so glad to know!

Thank you, Jesus!  Thank you.  I love you.

Christ died for us at a time when we were helpless and sinful. No one is really willing to die for an honest person, though someone might be willing to die for a truly good person. But God showed how much he loved us by having Christ die for us, even though we were sinful.

But there is more! Now that God has accepted us because Christ sacrificed his life’s blood, we will also be kept safe from God’s anger. Even when we were God’s enemies, he made peace with us, because his Son died for us. Yet something even greater than friendship is ours. Now that we are at peace with God, we will be saved by his Son’s life.  Romans 5:6-10  CEV