Can I have My Kidney Back?

Yesterday I picked up the story of Dr. Richard Batista's strange petition in his divorce case with his wife Dawnell: the notional value of the kidney he donated to her in 2001, before she allegedly had an affair and broke his heart. The cost of a broken heart and missing kidney: $1.5 million.

However, the conclusion to the story in the New York Local Daily News, says that if he had to donate the kidney all over again he would, recalling a visit to her room on the day after surgery:

"There was no greater feeling on this planet," he said. "As God is my witness, I felt as if I could put my arm around Jesus Christ. I was walking on a cloud."

Well, God is his witness and probably he is the only one who knows the truth about the whole story, but the reference to Jesus Christ, reminds me that because of his love he gave up his ethereal existence wandering around on clouds(?) and came to earth, to give up, not just a kidney, but his whole life for his bride, the church.

Let us thank God that despite our unfaithfulness Christ doesn't want to take back what he has given to us... But that is the nature of real love... It isn't lavished on those who deserve it... It is unconditional.

In the meantime, beware of who you give your heart, or your kidney to...

Shalom

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