DOCTORS CONFUSED; SHAUNA NOT CONFUSED AT ALL   Shauna's grandpa has been ill for quite some time with cancer. Shauna has been reminding everyone who prays at school (morning, lunch, etc.) to pray for her grandpa, with such faithfulness her requests have become something of a rote pre-prayer routine.   He has been getting worse over the course of a few months and he was scheduled for surgery at St. John's Westshore Hospital in Westlake. Based on Shauna's tactful explanation of the surgery I am assuming it was prostate cancer, though I am not sure. The doctors only gave Shauna's grandpa a 50% chance to survive the surgery and expected him to eventually lose his battle with the cancer even if he made it through the surgery.   Shauna and Amber went with their Grandma and Grandpa to the hospital the day of the surgery. Amber called the school to report that they had just heard from the doctors that their Grandpa was stable and the surgery had gone well and that he would be out of the operating room and resting in half an hour. Wonderful news. Thank you, Amber.   After lunch Shauna called me with an update. "Dan, my Grandpa is fine. When the doctor came out and talked to us about the surgery he said when they opened him up they could not find any tumors. The cancer was already gone. He still has to poop in a bag for a while from the surgery but please thank everyone for praying for my grandpa."   Amber called me later to apologize for missing school.   As Amy and I drove Shauna, Amber and Matt to a Valentine's Day party the next afternoon, Shauna said that God healed her Grandpa just so that we would all know that He is there. She explained her Grandpa was still so drugged they had not told him what the doctors had not seen. He was only lucent enough to complain loudly about his temporary new personal plumbing issues.   The image of this man complaining about his bag of poop while not knowing he is a living miracle is a powerful metaphor for my own miracle-and-poop-filled life. Aren't we all living by God's miracle grace, and yet so often complain about the bag of poo in our own lives?   As the weeks have gone on the kids have been more and more vulnerable and personal in their prayers and occasionally ask Shauna to pray on their behalf. After the February she had, I can't wait to hear what Shauna will pray for next.   This article was taken from the March 2007 edition of The Bridge Avenue School newsletter, "The Bridge Avenue Ink."  Click here to find out more about The Bridge Avenue School.