Grey's Anatomy and the Flu

The last couple days I've had the flu. Nothing sucks the fun out of a weekend quite like the flu. It was miserable. I don't even remember the last time I was that sick.

First the "unmentionable" sickness that kept me from my mission trip. Then the finger sliced. Then the flu! Rough week I tell 'ya.

When I was coherent enough to stop moaning and be bored, I turned on Hulu and to my great surprise, Grey's Anatomy was finally back after a 2 month absence!

Now if you know me, you know that I love this show. If you don't know me, you may already be judging me. I can hear it,

"I thought you were Catholic, trying to be holy - why would you ever watch that show." 

Because of the existential shock. The wide-eyed realization that I am fragile - I exist now, but one day I will cease to exist here on earth. My life is in the hands of a God who knows when the time is for living and the time is for dying. Everyday people have to deal with this reality, if not in their own lives, then those close to them.

When I watch this TV show, without fail, I turn it off and go love someone more than I would have before. There have been times I was angry with someone and then, being reminded of the fragile-ness of life, I immediately forgave and let it go.

We just need that reminder. At least I do. Maybe a better person than I can constantly make decisions to love and forgive with death, heaven, and eternity in mind - but I get a little wrapped up in myself.

Now, disclaimer - I can't really recommend this show because there are the usual prime-time tv sex scenes. Which, thanks to hulu I can just skip over and move on so there aren't any images I don't want in my mind.


This is one of my "things," I like to find the good in what the world gives us as entertainment. There's nothing God can't sanctify.


Having the flu seemed like nothing after I was reminded of the cancer, the tragic car accidents, the surgeries, and countless other things that claim people's lives every day and leave others suffering immeasurably.

As I turned it off I recommitted myself to sacrificing my small portion of flu suffering for someone else. So you see? God got the gift of my sacrifice - after I watched Grey's Anatomy and was reminded to give it to Him. You might even say it makes me a better person.








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