…so once I “got it together,” Homer’s co-worker carefully opened the armored container. Using minuscule tongs, he then lifted a vile and placed it inside a clear holder. Next, he inserted a white flexi straw into the vile, motioned for me to place my hands behind my back as he stepped back. Then he motioned me to drink. Hesitant, I dropped my head forward but I know it had to be the Lord Who bent my back in order for my mouth to reach the straw because I just stood there with my head dangling as if it were broken.
Surprisingly, it was tasteless! Oh, I forgot to tell y’all about one of the “DO NOT” steps: DO NOT remove your lips from the straw until coached. Its purpose was so that the vile could be refilled with water for me to also drink. When I finished drinking the radiation, “Nuclear Man” used a syringe to refill the vile with water. I drank, he refilled and I drank. Then finally he refilled it a third time and I drank. His hand motioned me to step back. I’m sure I saw blobs of sweat on his forehead as he attentively gathered the vile, placed it back into its carrying case and then putting the straw into a plastic bag branded with the words, “Bio-Hazard” in bold red letters. The man closed the door to my room after he backed the cart out and I, again, fought tears.
“When the LORD brought back the captives to Zion, we were like men who dreamed. Our mouths were filled wit laughter, our tongues with songs of joy. Then it was said among the nations, ‘The LORD has done great things for them.’ The LORD has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy. Restore our fortunes, O LORD, like streams in the Negev. Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy. He who goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with him.” Psalm 126 NIV