During his illness, he would receive tons of letters and cards from his patients. Their messages varied from how much they were saddened to hear of his cancer to scriptures with prayer of a cure to admiration of who he is in their lives to thank yous of what he has meant to them to finally one more plea for answers to their problems. My job was to take all these cards, letters, notes, etc..and somehow put them together to create a journal. A journal that could not include their names or anything specific about their illnesses but a journal about how this doctor has helped them, healed them, encourage them and become their friend. My job was to somehow grasp the summation of their thoughts and prayers, their joys and sadness, their struggles and their defeats, and how their doctor had been the key to it all.
It would take over 50 hours to create the computer file. I spent hours reading over every card and letter, setting aside and noting to save this phrase or copy this part. I would separate the cards by style, color or saying. I would start scanning and would end up with 200 images and letters. I would then spend hours typing parts of letters, cleaning up images, and sorting. Then there was the task of designing 61 pages. I had to somehow bring it all together to tell a story of this amazing man. I man, that I realized I wish I had known. A man, I knew only through my parents. As I typed and read and sorted, I too could only think of my own father and his legacy.
You see his wife wants this journal (5 copies) for her grown children. There was side of their father they never knew. He was a great healer, a great protector, a great care-giver, and a great friend. I title the journal, "we will miss your voice". His voice was what gave them their safety in this loud crazy world. His voice would comfort them. His voice would give them direction. Oh how they long to hear his voice one more time.
As I finished the project today and sent it to the printer, I realize, do I have the same zeal for my Savior's voice. Do I long to hear Him speak to me? Do I know that He is my comforter, my care-giver, my healer and my friend. Do I wait, longing for one more time, one more talk to hear his voice. Do you?
God's voice thunders in marvelous ways; he does great things beyond our understanding.
Kris Swiatocho, Director
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