The Doctor Who Attended His Own Funeral
By
David J. Hesselgrave
Published
on GlobalMissiology.org, Spiritual Dynamics, October 2006
Alongside Pastor Suzuki, our doctor friend was on
the train platform to meet us several
weeks ago when our family exited the bullet train that had taken us from
Of
course, this requires an explanation. So travel with me back to the 1950’s.
How much can a man of medicine
be required to believe?
Months and even years flew by. Then, in October of
1958, Dr. Sakakida joined our English Bible class in order to learn—what else?—English! In his case,
however, learning what the Bible
teaches became more important than learning the English language. As he now testifies, his “eyes were
opened to Christianity.” But believing the Bible did not come easily. Dr. Sakakida had
questions that were very much his own.
“Do you have to believe in the virgin birth of
Christ to become a Christian? he querried one Sunday morning.
“Why
do you ask?” I said.
“Because, if you do,
I can never become a Christian. As a medical man I
could never believe in the virgin
birth.”
Now that was a Catch 22 question before “Catch 22”
was even part of our vocabulary!
Were I to answer “Yes, you do” he had already decided he could not accept the Gospel. If I answered "No,” very likely
he would become the kind of “Christian” that believed what he wanted to believe and rejected the rest.
So I said, “Sensei, please continue to study the
Bible. If the Holy Spirit ever reveals to you who Jesus really
was and is, the virgin birth will not be a problem.”
Dr. Sakakida
continued in the class and the more he studied the more impressed he was, not
only with who Jesus’ real identity but also with his
own—as he now puts it, “a selfish, disobedient and
unbelieving sinner.” He also came to realize that “science could never rule my
life.”
A question for the doctor
In 1959 we celebrated one hundred years of
Protestant missions in
birthday! We had invited Dr. Oswald J.
Smith of
Given the university and classical culture
setting, Smith’s message must have seemed
so simple to some as to be unworthy of a hearing. But it was the Gospel. And as
he concluded the message Smith posed
an even more simple but thought-provoking question. “Suppose a certain man is deathly ill. His doctor says, ‘There
is one remedy for your illness. Take
this medicine and you will live. Refuse to take it and you will die.’ Now
suppose that man refuses to take the medicine and dies. Tell me, did he die
because he was sick? Or did he die
because he refused to take the medicine?”
The evangelist spoke a few more words and started
to give an invitation. But before he
could complete the invitation, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was the hand of
Dr. Sakakida.
His eyes were moistened but his words unwavering: “I will become a Christian
tonight. Will you go forward with me?”
My doctor friend had discovered who Jesus was and
is. The virgin birth and similar
questions were problems no more. His testimony was crystal clear. Before long Mrs. Sakakida came to
Christ. Over the years that followed, numerous colleagues and patients have accepted his invitation to visit
our church and a number of them have become
followers of Jesus.
Please fast-forward to a day sometime in early
2002. Dr. Sakakida must have been thinking about his advancing age, the state
of his health, some books he hoped to finish,
the needs of the church, and so on. How it all came together, I cannot be sure.
But, as he explains it, he realized
that if he lived until his 77th birthday in November he
would have
lived seven years longer than his threescore and ten. A unique plan gradually took
shape. He would not await his death to have a funeral! He would will his body
to the university medical school, schedule a seigen sogi (which
he translates as a “funeral service” and “farewell party”
rolled into one!), and devote his remaining days and energies
primarily to serving Christ and the church.
My inquiries have yielded no knowledge of any
such “funeral” ever being held in
What is one’s reaction when
meeting someone whose funeral service had already taken
place? I’m not sure about others. And I have had but one such experience. But
on the train platform that day last June my thought was,
“Praise the Lord! You’re still here
my friend and brother!”
And it occurs to me that many others will similarly praise God for his presence
before the Lord finally takes him home!