In the operating room of a large hospital, a young nurse was completing her first full
day of responsibilities.
"You've only removed 11 sponges, doctor," she said to the surgeon. "We
"I removed them all," the doctor declared. "We'll close the incision
"No," the nurse objected. "We used 12 sponges."
"I'll take full responsibility," the surgeon said grimly.
"You can't do that!" blazed the nurse. "Think of the patient."
The surgeon smiled, lifted his foot, and showed the nurse the 12th sponge. "You'll
do," he said.
Today in the Word, April 7, 1992.
When I was a small boy, I attended church every Sunday at a big Gothic Presbyterian
bastion in Chicago. The preaching was powerful and the music was great. But for me, the
most awesome moment in the morning service was the offertory, when twelve solemn,
frock-coated ushers marched in lock-step down the main aisle to receive the brass plates
for collecting the offering. These men, so serious about their business of serving the
Lord in this magnificent house of worship, were the business and professional leaders of
Chicago. One of the twelve ushers was a man named Frank Loesch. He was not a very imposing
looking man, but in Chicago he was a living legend, for he was the man who had stood up to
In the prohibition years, Capone's rule was absolute. The local and state
police and even the Federal Bureau of Investigation were afraid to oppose him. But
single handedly, Frank Loesch, as a Christina layman and without any government support,
organized the Chicago Crime Commission, a group of citizens who were determined to take
Mr. Capone to court and put him away. During the months that the Crime
Frank Loesch's life was in constant danger. There were threats on the lives of his family
and friends. But he never wavered. Ultimately he won the case against Capone and was the
instrument for removing this blight from the city of Chicago. Frank Loesch had risked his
life to live out his faith. Each Sunday at this point of the service, my father, a Chicago
businessman himself, never failed to poke me and silently point to Frank Loesch with
pride. Sometime I'd catch a tear in my father's eye. For my dad and for all of us this was
and is what authentic living is all about.
Bruce Larson, in Charles Swindoll, Living Above
the Level of Mediocrity, p.124-5.
Who was United States Senator Edmund G. Ross of Kansas? I suppose you could call him a
"Mr. Nobody." No law bears his name. Not a single list of Senate
"greats" mentions his service. Yet when Ross entered the Senate in 1866, he was
considered the man to watch. He seemed destined to surpass his colleagues, but he tossed
it all away by one courageous act of conscience.
Let's set the stage.
Conflict was dividing our government in the wake of the Civil War. President Andrew
Johnson was determined to follow Lincoln's policy of reconciliation toward the defeated
South. Congress, however, wanted to rule the downtrodden Confederate states with an iron
Congress decided to strike first. Shortly after Senator Ross was seated, the Senate
introduced impeachment proceedings against the hated President. The radicals calculated
that they needed thirty-six votes, and smiled as they concluded that the thirty-sixth was
none other than Ross'. The new senator listened to the vigilante talk. But to the surprise
of many, he declared that the president "deserved as fair a trial as any accused man
has ever had on earth." The word immediately went out that his vote was
"shaky." Ross received an avalanche of anti-Johnson telegrams from every section
of the country. Radical senators badgered him to "come to his senses."
The fateful day of the vote arrived. The courtroom galleries were packed. Tickets for
admission were at an enormous premium.
As a deathlike stillness fell over the Senate chamber, the vote began. By the time they
reached Ross, twenty-four "guilties" had been announced. Eleven more were
certain. Only Ross' vote was needed to impeach the President. Unable to conceal his
emotion, the Chief Justice asked in a trembling voice, "Mr. Senator Ross, how vote
you? Is the respondent Andrew Johnson guilty as charged?" Ross later explained, at
that moment, "I looked into my open grave. Friendships, position, fortune, and
everything that makes life desirable to an ambitions man were about to be swept away by
the breath of my mouth, perhaps forever." Then, the answer came -- unhesitating,
unmistakable: "Not guilty!" With that, the trial was over. And the response was
A high public official from Kansas wired Ross to say: "Kansas repudiates you as
she does all perjurers and skunks." The "open grave" vision had become a
reality. Ross' political career was in ruins. Extreme ostracism, and even physical attack
awaited his family upon their return home.
One gloomy day Ross turned to his faithful wife and said, "Millions cursing me
today will bless me tomorrow...though not but God can know the struggle it has cost
me." It was a prophetic declaration. Twenty years later Congress and the Supreme
Court verified the wisdom of his position, by changing the laws related to impeachment.
Ross was appointed Territorial Governor of New Mexico. Then, just prior to his death,
he was awarded a special pension by Congress. The press and country took this opportunity
to honor his courage which, they finally concluded, had saved our country from crisis and
Jon Johnston, Courage - You Can Stand Strong in the Face of
Fear, 1990, SP
Publications, pp. 56-58.