A few days ago we took this video while we were comparing Roscoe to a pencil. After we took those videos, Roscoe started sucking on his hand so we recorded it. It's just another little step in his development journey.
Alisha and I will be spending the night at the hospital tonight to prepare us (and Roscoe) for coming home on Tuesday. Once Roscoe is home with us, we've been told not to bring him out into public enclosed spaces because he's still very susceptible to airborne diseases. A nurse told us that since he's still fairly skinny for a baby, that means he has little reserve energy to withstand a sickness.
A nurse told us not to even bring him to church, but considering all of the prayers that God has answered so far in his life I think it would be hypocritical to say that God wouldn't protect him from church. On the other hand, God gives us wisdom and reason with the intent that we'll use it. Many times we find ourselves at the crossroads between wisdom and faith. We ask ourselves questions like "Am I showing a lack of faith by using the wisdom that God has given me?", "Should my faith be more like blind trust?", or "Did God give me this wisdom so that I'd use it in this instance?". If we rely too much on our own insight/wisdom, then are we walking by "sight" and not by faith? If we walk without regard to the reasoning that God has given us, are we being a faithful steward of his blessings?
For a funny way of looking at this, there's a joke that goes:
A religious man is on top of a roof during a great flood. A man comes by in a boat and says "get in, get in!" The religous man replies, " no I have faith in God, he will grant me a miracle."
Later the water is up to his waist and another boat comes by and the guy tells him to get in again. He responds that he has faith in god and god will give him a miracle. With the water at about chest high, another boat comes to rescue him, but he turns down the offer again cause "God will grant him a miracle."
With the water at chin high, a helicopter throws down a ladder and they tell him to get in, mumbling with the water in his mouth, he again turns down the request for help for the faith of God. The man dies.
He arrives at the gates of heaven with broken faith and says to Peter, I thought God would grand me a miracle and I have been let down." Peter chuckles and responds, "I don't know what you're complaining about, we sent you three boats and a helicopter."
Alisha and I have decided that we'll sit in the back corner of the building to be away from errant coughs and sneezes, but to still be a part of the assembly of Christians. After the assembly concludes, we'll take him outside where the doctor said he'll be safer. We usually stay around all day for fellowship and the afternoon assembly, but until Roscoe builds up his strength either Alisha or I will take him home shortly after the morning assembly.
I bring this up for the benefit of those who we go to church with, for those who visit us, or for those who had hoped to visit him in our home. You'll be able to see Roscoe live and in person, but right now it will be from a safe distance. :)