Modern medicine is no less a miracle than the healing hand of Jesus reaching out to a leper, blind man or bleeding woman. Not for the first time, it has saved my life. What is now considered a rather simple solution to a rather simple problem did not exist twenty years ago, and without it I would not be here writing this blog note. In spite of being in good overall health, not overweight, having no threatening personal habits and habitually eating a heart healthy diet, I got felled by an occluded coronary artery in which was lodged an unstable blood clot. From the ER on a Monday a week ago to back home on Wednesday two days later with a stent and bucketful of new meds – you have to admit that’s pretty amazing. What’s more amazing is that mine has become a common place story, and though for my family it was a life threatening, anxiety producing, moment of sheer terror, it is, for most others, little more than a ho-hum tale and no cause for concern. That may be, but, in combination with my experiences as a pastor and fire department chaplain, I see it as something of a sacrament with Christ in, with and under all of it in all the real presence of the Eucharist.