On Valentine's Day three years ago, I told a saintly, septuagenarian nun, "My life is harder than yours." She raised her eyebrows. "I mean, it's harder for me to be single than it is for you," I explained.
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When we set broken bones and carve out cancers and suture wounds and alleviate pain, we are playing God in the best possible way. We are agreeing with God that while disease may be the present state in which we find the world, it is not the way it’s supposed to be, and often it’s not the way it has to be, and we do whatever we can to make it right.
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