Perception or Point of View?

I don’t know what made me start thinking about the word perception this morning; it just popped into my head and said, “Write something about me today.”

Hmm. Weird. Like everyone else, I think in words, but I don’t normally have one of them make demands of me that way.

As an author, I am extremely conscious of POV–that’s “point of view” for any of you who are non-writers. A good writer should only be inside one character’s head at a time. If he wants to change the point of view, he needs to make a smooth transition to keep from confusing the reader by committing the dreaded sin of “head hopping.”

Head hopping was almost the norm in novels of long ago, when the omniscient POV was still popular. But it’s a HUGE no-no in contemporary novels.

“Ooops!” My unconscious mind punched me in the tummy, which is still tender after last week’s gall bladder surgery. “Uhh! Why did you do that?”

“Roger, you’re already off-track. I told you to write about perception, not point of view. They’re not the same, despite the similarities.”

They’re not? “I’d never thought about that.”

“That’s because of your perception.”

“Not my point of view?’

The unconscious part of my mind seemed to hesitate. “That, too.”

Now I was really confused. “I give up. I’m healing from surgery. I’m not thinking very clearly at the moment. What are you trying to tell me?”

I could almost hear a sigh of satisfaction. “Before you had surgery, you thought the removal of your gall bladder would be a piece of cake. I believe that’s the cliche I heard you use a time or two. Nothing to it. Just because it would be laparoscopic.”

I groaned in agreement. That little punch in the tummy had left me in pain I’d thought I’d already moved past.

“What do you think now? Was it as simple as you’d thought?”

I laughed. “You know the answer to that. I thought I’d be back to normal in just a couple of days. I’m feeling better every day, but totally normal is still a number of days away.”

Was my mind chuckling at me? “So what’s your opinion now? Is laparoscopic surgery as, uh, pain-free as you’d expected.”

I rolled my eyes. “Do you even have to ask? I know better now.”

“But why? What has changed?”

“Besides being rid of a worthless gall bladder, you mean?”

No response.

Then things fell into place. I knew what my mind was pressing me to understand. “My point of view is still the same–it’s mine–but my perspective has changed. From anticipation based on someone else’s point of view to the reality of what I’ve experienced during the last six days.”

The pain in my stomach calmed instantly. And almost completely. “Now you’re talking. And why don’t you take a nap before people start thinking you’re crazy for talking to your unconscious mind this way.”

I chuckled. “Thanks. I think I will.”

[NOTE: When the idea of writing about perception first came to mind today, I thought I would write about the fact that I look at so many things differently now than I did fifty years ago. I hope you’re not disappointed that I got a bit carried away going in a different direction.]

I’d love to have a comment about this weird little bit of fiction.

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Roger

A Pleasantly Unexpected Answer to Prayer

I’ve been a Christian more than fifty years, and I’ve believed strongly in the power of prayer ever since surviving acute viral encephalitis in the eighth grade and learning that many people–including people who didn’t even know me or my parents–had been praying for me.

I don’t doubt the power of prayer, but I recognize that God has the knowledge of everything going on here on earth and that some prayers are in accordance with His will at the time, while others must wait until the time He deems best. Then there are prayers which He simply is unwilling, in His infinite wisdom, to answer at all.

The answers to prayer fall into the categories of “Yes,” “Wait,” or “No.”

For several years I have been praying for relief from a particular pain that the specialist hadn’t been able to determine the source of–or to help me get rid of it. He even performed a minor surgical procedure in the hopes that removing a particular item that had some cysts might help, but it didn’t. Major disappointment.

Not one to give up easily, he had an MRI done earlier this year. Everything looked normal except for one very small hernia. He seemed confident that pain from the hernia had radiated to the nearby area where I could really feel it. He told me I could either have the hernia repaired–that didn’t seem like a very pleasant prospect–or go see a pain management specialist.

I was torn. So I started praying about which way to go. Specifically, I prayed that God would do something to make clear which choice would be the best one. I’ve been praying that prayer for many months now. I felt that an answer was near. But what was it?

Flash forward to last Sunday night. After getting home from church and having a light supper, I almost immediately started having severe chest and abdominal pains. Stronger than anything I could recall ever having had before. Although I didn’t have any other heart attack symptoms, that was still the first thing that came to mind. After waiting a little while to see if the pain would lessen, I shared my concerns with my wife, and she drove me to the ER.

The ER doctor quickly confirmed that my heart was fine. He thought my acid reflux was no longer responding to the medicine I’ve been taking for a number of years and gave me a new prescription. A “GI cocktail” gave me relief from the pain, and we headed home three hours later.

I went to see my primary care physician the next day. He thought it might be an intestinal bug and gave me samples and a prescription for something to help with the pain if it flared up again.

I had been home only a few minutes when his nurse called. He’d been thinking about it some more and wanted me to have an ultrasound ASAP. I had that on Tuesday afternoon, and–sure enough–the problem was my gall bladder.

On Thursday I had an appointment with the surgeon my PCP wanted me to use. This guy was great! When I mentioned the little hernia to him, he said he can repair that when he removes the gall bladder!

Can you believe it? I’d been praying for a sign about which way to go about the hernia, and now it’s become a non-issue. I can hardly wait for the laparoscopic  surgery–too bad I have a writers conference to attend before I can have it done. But I feel so strongly that this is God’s way of guiding me gently into the best possible of solutions that it’s going to be a real pleasure to replace those prayers for His help with praise for His loving care.

What about you? Have you ever prayed for something that turned out to have an unexpected outcome? How about sharing in a comment?

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Roger