The medical team was in a race
Against some resistant bacteria;
A colony found a young boy’s face
To treat as their own cafeteria
The miracle team investigates
Against some religious criteria;
The “promoter of justice” tries their fates
As they battle with strep or listeria
The desperate parents said their prayers
As conditions grew frankly horrific
They pleaded for help from the man upstairs
Whose germs were a bit too prolific
Operations and antibiotics combined
Broad-spectrum, as well as specific
Saved young Jake’s life, although we’ll find
The church is more unscientific
The search for answers sometimes leads
To a cultural bit of division:
A difference that comes from their separate needs
May find science and church in collision
A team of priests has been working for years
As a bishop provides supervision
And if adequate evidence really appears
Well… they won’t let that stop their decision
Well… I was right. (More after the jump: ) The Catholic Church was unable to find a worldly explanation for the recovery of Jake Finkbonner, and has officially concluded that it was miraculous. This clears the way for the canonization of the Kateri Tekakwitha, which might stem the flow of American Indians from the church. But I’m just cynical. The broad-spectrum and targeted antibiotics, and the 25+ surgeries, aren’t nearly as persuasive as the fact that his recovery began immediately after the administration of last rites. Of course, at that point, I’m sure the doctors must have just given up… I mean, otherwise, the church would have to admit a possible mundane explanation, no?
Jake had a minor accident at the end of a basketball game, but the small cut on his lip turned nasty–necrotizing fasciitis nasty. This is the horrible “flesh-eating bacteria” that took Jim Henson from us, and it nearly took Jake. At Seattle Children’s Hospital, doctors tried to stay a step ahead of the bacteria, literally carving away parts of Jake’s face as they became infected.
Massive antibiotics and more than 25 surgeries later, Jake is lucky to be alive. So lucky, in fact, that some are calling it a miracle. And the Church is agreeing. That, really, is the reason for the NPR story–a peek inside the Church’s saint factory, to see the process of attaining sainthood, and the strict, skeptical procedure (you may feel free to roll your eyes here; I did) used to evaluate potential miracles, like Jake’s. It is annoying, in the way that BBH usually is. To me, at least.
But there is good news. Jake turns out to be a really great kid. He may or may not believe it was a bona fide miracle–I certainly wouldn’t blame him if he did–but on his home page, he ends his story thusly (comic sans in the original):
I am so thankful to the doctors at Children’s Hospital in Seattle that saved my life.
Not everybody remembers to thank their doctors.
Take a look at his site–there are pics there, and you can see what a nightmare the poor kid made it through. More, you can see what kind of a person he is–the kind that is better than a certified miracle any day.