Holding church by a river in Yellowstone on a Creation Safari in 1994
Well, it's the night before I go to the hospital. I'm having abdominal pains where the tumor is pressing against my intestine, and it's late. I wondered what I could share quickly to encourage my friends and describe my meditations at this point. I thought I would relate some clear evidences of God's leading me through this latest trial.
When you get a cancer diagnosis, or face an operating room, your emotions can go wild. Most of the time I can act pretty stoic about my situation in public, but I haven't always been as brave and confident as I should be, knowing Biblical theology about salvation, sanctification, and grace. One of the curve balls Satan tries to throw at you is the guilt trip. "God is punishing you for your sins," he whispers. Even though I know that my sins are under the blood of Christ, and there is no one, not even among the finest Christ followers, who never sins, that guilt trip can try to snag you, especially when the devil quotes Scripture to make his point. He reminds me that God judges even Christ followers with sickness and death, as I Corinthians 11:29-31 teaches. Then there's the "sin unto death" John warned about in I John 5:16-17. Like JPL's lawyers, Satan is really good at hunting and pecking for evidence to use against me.
Intellectually, I can tell him, "Begone, Satan! My sins are under the blood of Christ." I can also point to Christ followers far more saintly than me who also got cancer. Scientifically I know that cancer is common and afflicts people of all ages and backgrounds; God is not picking them out to judge them with cancer, is he? But when I was having a particularly hard time with this mental battle some weeks ago, shortly after the diagnosis before many people knew, I asked the Lord for some sign that this cancer was not punishment for my sins. It was a Saturday night and I went to bed with that hope.Next morning I walked into the church lobby, a few minutes late after the service had begun. In the lobby are screens where the words for the congregational singing are projected. The choir director was leading the audience in the familiar hymn, "How Firm a Foundation." At the exact moment I entered, I heard the music and saw these words on the screen:
When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace all sufficient shall be thy supply.
The flames will not hurt Thee, I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
I stood there, amazed at the timing! I followed as they sang the third verse:
When through the deep waters I cause thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow.
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my gracious omnipotent hand.
Tears started flowing as I walked quietly up to the balcony, as the words I knew by heart continued to echo through the halls:
The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake!
I took a seat against the far right wall, trying to hide my tears—tears of relief and comfort that this hymn, such a perfect answer to prayer, was the first thing to greet me. But that wasn't the only sign of God's comfort that morning. The next congregational hymn was "It Is Well With My Soul." I could hardly sing, so I just listened and sang it in my heart.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
Good old usher Bob could not help noticing my sniffling. He came over and asked with a smile, "Everything all right?" I forced a smile and we smacked fists.
The Lord must have wanted to make sure I was not going to fall for Satan's guilt trip. It "just so happened" that the pastor's series on I Peter landed on chapter 1, verses 6 to 9:
In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.
Comforted by this rapid-fire series of answers to my prayer, I remember the pastor quoting Psalm 23 with a comment; "The fact that you walk through the valley of the shadow of death does not necessarily mean you will leave it; just that He will be with you."
The Lord came through that morning for me with the assurance I needed, and He has continued to bless me with encouragement from friends far and wide. Just last night, for instance, I lady I had not seen for some time walked up to me during a break in a meeting and went on and on about how much I had blessed her life and influenced many others. I was reluctant to tell her about the cancer, but when she sensed "something else was going on," I told her. She stopped and prayed fervently for me right then and there, asking for healing. And tonight, my sister's family held a rich, sincere round of prayer for me.
I could tell more about God's comfort during this my new trial, but it's time to sleep and get ready for the hospital tomorrow. I hope you will take heart at how God met me when I really needed hope. When you face your next trial, and intellectual knowledge alone is not enough, will you lay it before the Lord and ask Him for guidance? God is eager and willing to give wisdom to those who lack it, and ask without doubting (James 1:2-5). You may not get an answer from an angel at the foot of your bed, but God has other "angels" (other believers) He can bring alongside you to pray for and encourage you. Trust Him and see His perfect timing!
O, what peace we often forfeit,
O, what needless pain we bear;
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer.
--Joseph Scriven, a man who knew a lot about trials
(see his story in the video Amazing Grace: Hymns That Changed the World).
Footnote: Tonight I ended a several-year chronological Bible study using the English Standard Version and Greek. "It just so happened" that tonight's final text was Revelation 22: No more sorrow, no more tears, no more pain; the curse is gone, and the river of life flows by the tree of life. Yes, come Lord Jesus!
Standing by my cubicle where I worked at JPL for 14 years
Since at least 2008, I've had mysterious headaches that have grown in frequency and intensity. My doctor said it was just stress. True, I had a lot going on in my life: work and several ministries that kept me very busy. Still, I sensed that there must a physical cause for these headaches, and I needed to know what it was.
So we experimented with all kinds of medicines. No luck. He ordered an MRI of my skull; nothing specific related to headaches. He sent me to a neurologist. The first neurologist wasn't much help. It could be this, it could be that, it could be a combination. My cousin, a radiologist, gave me an MRI with higher resolution; still nothing: a possible tumor seen in the earlier MRI was only a tangle of blood vessels.
So I went to a neurological institute. The EEG looked fine. My headaches didn't fit any of the typical classifications: stress, migraine, cluster. They would come on and force me to lie down for anywhere from a half hour to 2 hours, usually once or twice a day. Two neurologists at the institute were baffled after more medications had no effect.In March 2012 at the courthouse, my attorney said, "Dave, did you know your face is beet red?" No, I didn't. That was the next clue. I found that many times after eating, my face would get flushed. I saw another neurologist my attorney knew; but once again, there was no definitive diagnosis. We tried a really high-res skull MRI, but once again, no smoking gun was found in my brain. He even suggested botox injections in my forehead might work. I'm glad I didn't try that.
In late July, I had a bout of food poisoning that produced stomach pains and diarrhea. My doctor gave me an antiobiotic that seemed to work after a week, but the diarrhea came back periodically. That was another clue. By this time, I really wanted to know what was happening to me, so I went to a headache specialist, whose whole practice is curing headaches. We tried an MRI of the whole spine, in case there was a leak of cerebrospinal fluid. Nothing definitive there. Then for some reason he requested a 24-hour urine sample. Something unusual turned up: serotonin levels that were four times normal. He ordered a follow-up with a restricted diet; same thing.
I began reading about what can cause these symptoms. That's where I first heard of carcinoid syndrome: a rare kind of neuroendocrine tumor, usually in the gut, that releases excess serotonin or other hormones. The descriptions were somewhat alarming; it's usually slow growing but progressive, but can be cured if the tumor can be removed before it spreads to the liver. The headache specialist and I wanted to "rule that out" if we could. So he sent me to an endocrinologist.
The endocrinologist assured me that it was probably not carcinoid. After all, it's rare; he had only encountered 4 cases in his 12 years of practice, and my hormone levels didn't seem as high as others. More blood tests confirmed, though, that markers for carcinoid tumor were present. He sent me to a gastroenterologist in November for a colonoscopy. That produced a basically clean bill of health: a couple of benign polyps, but no tumor in the colon or upper GI tract as far as the duodenum.
Still, the symptoms continued. The endocrinologist said the only way to be sure would be with a CT scan. On January 10 of this year, I went in for that. The radiologist report came back the next day:
Enhancing mid mesenteric base ill-defined mass with extensive desmoplastic reaction and lymphadenopathy at the level of the origin of the inferior mesenteric artery/L3 is identified. The bulk of the mass measures approximately 35 x 20 x 30 mm. Desmoplastic reaction causes significant retraction and thickening of the subjacent small loops of bowel. There is·also innumerable metastatic hepatic lesions too numerous to count. The largest metastatic deposit is in lateral segment of the left lobe of the liver measuring approximately 25 x 25 mm. Differential for these findings include metastatic neuroendocrine neoplasm such as high-grade carcinoid tumor.
My endocrinologist called me in immediately. I now had the physical cause of my headaches. The bad news was, it was cancer. (Note: "neoplasm" means cancer). Not only was there a large tumor pressing on my small intestine, there were innumerable tumors, "too numerous to count" in my liver. I was now his carcinoid case #5.
I was devastated. I went home and cried. For the next several days, I would spontaneously choke up and could not hold back the tears. I could be perfectly fine one moment, then crying like a baby the next. My MD cousin spoke with me for an hour on the phone about what I could expect, and said that I should prepare for bouts of depression. I showed the gastroenterologist the report, and he furrowed his brow, saying, "I'm so sorry. It's progressive, you know."
I tell you my story so that you learn to pay attention to your body. During the years my doctor was experimenting with every known headache medicine, or telling me it was stress, precious time was wasted. I knew there had to be a physical cause. Something was wrong; I could feel it. Those headaches were not normal. I had dealt well with stress all my life without headaches. If that primary tumor had been found early on, I could have had hope of a cure, but once it spread to the liver, my hopes diminished rapidly. Even if most of the tumors can get removed in my surgery 3 days from now, it's unlikely the surgeon can get them all-- and they come back.
Of course we can get paranoid or hypochondriac, but I wish now I had insisted on a scan earlier. Who would have expected something in my gut to cause headaches, though? At the time, none of 8 doctors thought of it.
I also wonder if there had been anything I could have done to prevent it. I admit to having been a fast-food junkie for years: burgers, fries, cokes have been a mainstay, even though I exercise often. Yet there are people who live healthy and get cancer, and obese people who live long. Nothing is guaranteed. One thing I started immediately, though, is a radical change in my diet. No more red meat and sugar; it's all fruits and vegetables and limited amounts of white meat. I'm taking seriously the reputable claims about proper diet helping the immune system fight cancer (since we all have incipient cancer cells in our bodies). I'm reading up on anything I can do to fight this, even if the eventual outcome is grim.
This brings us to the mystery of God's will. There are things we can do, and should do, to stay healthy, but God works His plans for us invisibly in the background, for our eventual good in heaven, no matter what we decide. Sometimes God calls us to suffer, or educates us on weak spots in our lives by forcing a change of direction. I've always been the guy in charge, leading the pack, making my plans, serving God by my own choice. Now, I am subject to forces beyond my control. In a few days, I will be submitting my body to surgeons who will cut me open while I'm asleep. I can't give them any help or advice. My survival depends on them -- ultimately, on the Lord working through them. After that, the best I can expect is a few more years of productive life, living with my carcinoid syndrome, injecting myself with octreotide to suppress the symptoms until the cancer catches up with me some day. And there are worse outcomes you can imagine anytime undergoing major surgery.
Between tears, I've been ashamed. Lots of people get cancer--even children. I've had a really good life for 62 years. I have eternal life in Christ; what is there to be afraid of? I've thought about times when I didn't show enough empathy with those getting bad health news. I think about all the saints through the ages who suffered martyrdom, and fates far worse than mine. And intellectually, I know all the theological answers about God's will, the purposes of suffering, the right responses (after all, I helped on The Case for Faith). I can tell you, though, when it hits you in the gut, your emotions can still overwhelm what you know in your head. The first few weeks were the hardest. Lately I've been getting more of a grip, in no small part to the outpourings of encouragement and support from friends and family far and wide. That's another new trail for me; accepting sympathy. Larry Burkett's book Nothing to Fear, with his own story of facing cancer, has been helpful in guiding my attitudes away from fear and despair to confidence and hope.
In a way, I've been blessed by this bad news. I now know what will probably take me down, and I have some time to prepare. I'd rather know than drop unexpectedly of a massive heart attack, or fade away with dementia as both of my parents did. It's causing me to focus on the things that matter in life: my walk with God, my spiritual influence on others. I can't take time for granted any more. I probably won't live to see my 70th birthday. But that's OK; every day is a gift, and I've received plenty of gifts already.
Every one of us has a terminal illness: it's called living in a sin-cursed world. We all know we're going to die; we just don't know when. We avoid dwelling on it. But if you knew, like me, that you had maybe 5-8 years, or potentially a few days, what would you change? I encourage you to think hard about that. Start living like this year will be your last. Make every day count. If you're not on the right path, I urge you to follow the signs to the trailhead right now. If you are, remember the old saying: "Only one life; 'twill soon be past. Only what's done for Christ will last." Thanks for your prayers, and may God bless you on your trails and trials.
Me with Bill Becker in the courtroom
In my den there are 18 boxes and crates of paper from my trial against JPL, representing dozens of depositions, five weeks of court testimony, hundreds of documents, dozens of pleadings and court reports, 345 trial exhibits, plus worksheets and illustrations, representing countless man-hours of work by me and my attorney. How does one possibly reduce all that to a simple win-or-lose decision? How could a judge summarily dismiss my case, with no explanation, and say JPL won? All that evidence--was it for nothing?
As Bill Becker and I were repeatedly poring through evidence and testimony, we had to identify "key docs" or "hot docs" that needed to be seen by the court. In practice, under the pressure of time in the courtroom with the other side's lawyers wasting time with objections and procedural delays, sometimes those hot docs don't get the exposure they need. One such document, Exhibit 108, we tried hard to bring up, but the key witness that day who could testify about it was running out the clock as JPL's lawyers kept objecting to our cross examination. Frustratingly, all we could do was to get the witness to acknowledge it was his email. The document got admitted into evidence, but we're not sure the judge even paid attention to it.
Exhibit 108 was an email exchange between me and my group supervisor on April 15, 2009, two days after I had been disciplined with a Written Warning and demotion by him and my section manager on April 13. In my email, wanted to be "crystal clear" about the reasons for the discipline. I had gone to speak with him the day before about this, and when I heard his answer, I wanted to get it in writing. So I wrote him this email that evening. Notice how carefully I worded my questions, so that there could be no doubt about the issue at hand:
"Per our meeting this afternoon, I just wanted to be sure I didn't misconstrue what you told me. Is it correct to say that the allegation of harassment was limited to the activity of my handing out DVDs on intelligent design to coworkers, and that if I had not done that to anyone here in the building, I would still be in good standing? (i.e., I would not have been investigated or gotten the written warning)? Or would you word it some other way? I just want to be crystal clear I was not being investigated/reprimanded for some other activity, personal flaw or deficiency in job performance. Thanks for the clarification. Dave Coppedge." (bold added)
Earlier, on March 2, my office manager started my troubles by calling me into his office. He bawled me out, in an angry tone, accusing me of harassing people and "pushing religion" with DVDs on intelligent design. That's all he accused me of. He said nothing about anything else--my job performance, general conduct, nothing. It was all about intelligent design and DVDs that he felt were "pushing religion." It's clear from emails he sent to HR and managers the next morning that ID was what was on his mind. Next thing I knew, I was being investigated by Human Resources (HR), left in the dark about what was going on behind the scenes. On April 13, I was in for a shock. My group supervisor and section manager called me into a meeting and handed me a Written Warning, accusing me of violating JPL's Ethics and Harassment Policies. I'll go into what the Written Warning said in a future post (in short, it, too, was all about intelligent design and my "personal views"--nothing about job performance).
So here I was the next day, on April 14, talking to my group supervisor about that discipline meeting the prior day. He was the one who signed and approved the Written Warning. He was the one with the evidence provided by HR about my crimes. He was the one to know what this uproar was about. He knew me well, having been my group supervisor for some 11 years. We had always had a cordial relationship. In fact, he liked my DVDs and even bought some. He had never in his 40 year career seen anyone accused of harassment and disciplined like I was. So in answer to my email, here's what he wrote:
"I believe the investigation was triggered by the discussion you had with [my office manager] on April 13th [sic; March 2], when he demanded you stop passing out DVDs and discussing them in the workplace. When I first conversed with HR, they mentioned they were going to conduct an investigation based on that encounter. Whatever else they may have found, I do not believe entered into their decision to generate the written warning. It's my belief, if that incidence [sic] had not happened HR would not have been contacted and the written warning would not have been generated."
So it is crystal clear. What could be clearer? I asked if I had been disciplined for "some other activity, personal flaw or deficiency in job performance," and he essentially said "No." None of this -- the investigation, the Written Warning -- would have happened otherwise, even considering "Whatever else they may have found". Judge Hiroshige, did you read this?
JPL's lawyers went to great lengths to portray me as a man with numerous personal flaws and deficiencies in job performance. They hammered that theme incessantly. It represented their whole case. In court and in their briefs, those lawyers emphasized, almost shouting, that this case had nothing to do with intelligent design. But they had a weakness: they were saying these things over two years after the events. They were not eyewitnesses to any of it. Everything they relied on, from their point of view, was hearsay. The only eyewitnesses to the occasion of Exhibit 108 were my group supervisor and me. He told me, in person and in writing, that it was all about intelligent design DVDs. That's why I was investigated. That's why I was disciplined.
In those 18 boxes of paper, some documents stand up and shout for attention. Exhibit 108 was one of them. It was contemporaneous with the events, written by a primary witness who knew me and knew what happened. He said nothing would have happened without my office manager demanding I stop passing out DVDs on intelligent design. When the smoke of all else in the trial blows away, that was crystal clear.
I have much more to say about other documents and evidence in future posts, if I am able to continue, but I wanted you, the reader, to understand from the outset what started my troubles at JPL,12 years into my career before which I had received good reviews. Intolerance for intelligent design: that's what this case was all about.
Hi, I'm David Coppedge.
You may have seen me in the news. I'm the guy who sued JPL – and lost.
I've done much more than that. I've shown multi-media presentations at over 300 locations. I've led 350 hiking and backpacking trips
and other outdoor expeditions, called Creation Safaris
. I have degrees in physics and education. I'm a photographer with over 1,000 photos on Flickr
. I play the French horn, trumpet, baritone horn and piano. I compose orchestral music
. I give Powerpoint presentations about creation, evolution and intelligent design to large groups, most recently in Canada. I am the creator and editor of a widely-read news service on origins, Creation-Evolution Headlines
. I'm on the board of Illustra Media
, maker of the world's finest intelligent design documentaries, like Metamorphosis
, Unlocking the Mystery of Life
, and The Privileged Planet
. I write for several other leading creation and ID organizations. I'm on three boards of directors of non-profits, and have been President of two of them. At JPL for 14 years, I was the team lead system administrator for the Cassini Mission
for 9 straight years, a proud member of a large team that made space history at Saturn.
My life has been characterized by ceaseless activity on simultaneous fronts. My "list of things to do" is always long. This was going to be my year to rebound and catch up on many back-burner projects, long delayed because of the trial and my need to find new sources of income after getting fired from JPL. Finally, disappointing as my loss was, I could put that trial behind me.
Those dreams came to a screeching halt on January 10, when a CT scan showed a large tumor in my gut and more in my liver. Six days later, I learned that the judge ruled against me on all counts. With no resources to pay the $51,000 for JPL's court costs they were seeking, and now expecting major medical bills,I had no choice but to give up any right of appeal. Now I face a major abdominal surgery in a few days at City of Hope hospital. Even if I survive (which is probable but never guaranteed), I will face a shortened life from a progressive cancer that is, at this time in scientific knowledge, incurable.
Needless to say, this is an unfamiliar trail for me. I always wanted to glorify God by what I could do
(realizing, of course, that the omnipotent Creator of the universe does not need any help from me). I was the one to help promote His cause. Now I feel helpless. I've been out of work for 2 years, scrambling with 1/6 of what I was earning at JPL, writing for non-profits while working long hours for years on a high-profile case with my attorney
, only to have the worst-case scenario hit me last month--a complete loss
--just after learning about the cancer. The media, hearing about JPL's win, told mostly JPL's side of the story, making me out to be a poor worker with no social skills, giving me no opportunity to respond. My reputation was trashed around the country, and parts of the world, when a distorted AP story hit the wires and was copied uncritically by all the leading news organizations. I have been the target of vicious diatribes
by bloggers who hate my views, and have used the news reports to justify their hate.
We've all heard, "God works in mysterious ways." I know and believe that God has purposes for what He causes and allows, purposes for the eventual blessing of those who follow Him. And I know that many, many around the world suffer far more than me. Probably all of us know someone with cancer. Many die of it in childhood, long before experiencing all the joys I've had for 62 years. Many get injustice when they stand up for the right. The history of God's people is stained with the blood of martyrs My sufferings seem puny by comparison. I still have much to be thankful for: I own a home, I live in a free country, and most importantly, I have eternal life through Christ Jesus my Lord.
This is God's will for me right now. It's the trail I must take to get to be able to hear His "well done" at the final destination. As I learn the painful lessons ahead, I will have an opportunity in this blog to share what I'm learning and hopefully encourage others. And now that the JPL case is finally over, maybe I can finally tell things about it you never heard in the news. I hope you will join me in this (my first) blog, as I discover new joys and sorrows in the days ahead.
Jesus never promised an easy path. As my pastor said recently, He never promised to keep us out of the valley of the shadow of death; just that He would be with us. That's enough for me. I'd rather have that than all the health and wealth this world has to offer. If you are on the wide path that leads to destruction, you need to turn around and get on the straight and narrow before God's righteous judgment falls. Read Romans 1-6
and John 1-3
. Turn from the darkness to God's light. Since Jesus paid your debt of sin; you only need open your empty hands to receive His gift of eternal life. Become a Christ follower today. Let's walk this trail together (see Map