What I Learned During My Time as Borg:

OK, I need to start with a couple of disclaimers/warnings/cop-outs:

• If you don't anything about Star Trek you may want to stop right now.
• If you are one of those folk who think that grown people should be wasting time on fictional worlds, beings, and events, then please do stop right here.
• If you are someone who has trouble sorting out reality and fantasy, note: I was not really a Borg. The only Borg I am familiar with in the real world is half of the manufacturing company, BorgWarner.
• This is an analogy.
  

The week of January 31 I was assimilated. I went to the Dr.to have a badly cut, but healing, thumb re-bandaged and didn't come home for four days. When I came home the collective had installed bio-implants so I could receive necessary fluids. I remained Borg until yesterday.

Not, "Resistance is futile," rather "Resistance is necessary:
A nurse, a physician assistant, an orthopedic surgeon and an infectious disease specialist, all agreed that my thumb looked and smelled bad. Since bone was involved in the wound, the assumption was made that the invasion of bacteria--was it MERSA?--had entered the bone. Resistance consisted of near the round the clock IVs of what I call Gorilla-mycin. Since we couldn't identify the invader, immediately, we had to rely on a substance that kills about anything--actually there were two. Later we identified the bacteria--not Mersa, but a variety of Staph. Resistance was focused to deal with that specific invader. Resistance continued. It was strange. We never were absolutely sure that the bacterial invasion got past my thumb, but the consequences of allowing it to colonize my body were so devastating that massive resistance--more than that, annihilation--was entirely appropriate. Make it not so, was the standing order.
This is Something to Think About, so I won't do all the work. Look at these two verses and mount your own resistance campaign: Romans 13:14, & James 4:7.

None of us can survive apart from the collective:

During the early part of my treatment I saw doctors, nurses and therapists more than I saw my wife. Before I could come home a surgeon and his team had to install the necessary plumbing so I could get my meds at home. After I came home, I went to see a health professional 2 or three times a week, another one came to see me weekly, and behind the scene were pharmacists, medical device makers and marketers, even UPS who delivered my supplies. I could not resist by myself.
Again, here is some work for you: Hebrews 10:14-25, & 1 Corinthians 12:12-14 (Read the context if you have time).

Regeneration is a good thing:

The thing I missed most while I was part of the Borg-Collective was the freedom to alter my schedule. I had to give myself an antibiotic IV, every eight hours. To wash, wipe the port with alcohol, flush the line with saline, hook up the elastometric infusion device, let the medicine enter my bloodstream, wipe with alcohol, flush with saline, then Heparin, and throw away the mess took about 40 minutes. My life was built around that cycle.
One of the concepts that I have tried to live by, and encourage others to make part of their lifestyle is regular prayer and time in the Word of God. Take time to spend with God.


RESISTANCE IS NECESSARY IF WE ARE TO AVOID ASSIMILATION by the world! (John 17:13-16)

It's STTA.