Yesterday I arrived at work about an hour late, because I was speaking in a chapel service north of Fort Wayne. It was snowing when I showed up, and I scampered through the parking lot in my too-long pants and not-quite-broken-in black heels, trying to dodge the wet flakes.
A man walked ahead of me, and I didn't recognize him. When he paused near the door, he turned around and smiled broadly at me. "Is this the building where they broadcast
Mid-Morning?"
"Yes," I answered, wishing for one moment that I didn't have to be such a pack mule every day and would have had a free hand to offer in welcome. "Are you Zach?"
He seemed surprised I knew his name, so I continued. "I'm Bekah. I'm the producer. We're glad you're here with us today!"
We walked in together and I unloaded my day's worth of luggage and got him settled in with a cup of coffee and a bottle of water. I explained the mechanics of the upcoming interview...keep the mic close...don't talk during the stinger music...here's the headphone volume...I'll be in that room right over there...Lynne's great and she'll put you right at ease.
Before I walked out, he paused and handed me a
book. "Here. I want you to have this. It's a daily devotional my brothers and I wrote. Thanks so much for having me on the show."
My eyes fell to the cover.
Prepare to Die...and Then Live.
Zach, you see, has Stage IV colon cancer. There is no cure for his cancer, short of a miracle. Treatment hopes to prolong his life from the anticipated 2 1/2 year life expectancy to maybe 5.
And Zach is 29.
With thoughts of Angela fresh in my mind, I settled in to the engineer board with only my headphones, phone, and Zach's book in my clutch. (Normally I pack mule my way into the studio too with all sorts of luggage.) Once the show was up and running, I turned my chair so I could see the
Mid-Morning studio and I listened.
I listened to Zach tell Lynne he's doing well. And apparently he's gotten much better looking with cancer, because no one used to ever mention his looks but suddenly everyone says, "You look great!"
I smiled.
I listened to him tell about the day he got the phone call that said his cancer was terminal. The day he had to tell his wife he would die. The day they had to explain as best they could to two tiny children.
I cried.
I listened to him say he didn't want to waste his cancer. He wanted to use it to bring about glory to God in ways that he wouldn't have thought to do if he'd not been told he had cancer. About how he wanted to redeem the cancer.
My heart seared with pain.
How many times in my desert did I ask God to redeem the pain I felt?
Zach is using his cancer and his book to
raise money for orphans in Haiti. What am I using my health for? What am I using my desert for?
Gulp.
At the end of the show, Lynne and Mitch Kruse (the regular guest who brought Zach to us) each prayed for Zach. I peeked over my board and saw Zach's head bowed toward the mic, lips moving in agreement as two people prayed for his health and his ministry.
Ross came in to prepare for his show, and normally when he arrives, we joke around and talk a bit. Not yesterday. We sat in silence as Zach shared final words with our listeners, and I felt that studio become hallowed ground.
I know Christmas is this week and no one has an extra hour. But if you happen to find one - maybe while you're assembling one of your kids' presents or wrapping gifts or something - I urge you to
listen to Zach's interview. Let his words settle over your soul. Powerful.