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Matthew Anderson, MD, Obstetrics and Gynecology, Twin Cities, AALFA Family Clinic, 4465 White Bear Parkway, White Bear Lake, MN 55110, Ph: 651-653-0062

Posted by MDViews on February 26, 2011

It’s where I am if someone wants to take the effort to look me up.

Matt Anderson

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A Pro-Life Clinic. Who Knew?

Posted by MDViews on February 26, 2011

My OB/GYN career has now turned again. After 22 years of private practice in Iowa and nearly 7 years of corporate employment with a large medical system in Minnesota, I’ve joined a pro-life clinic. The AALFA Family Clinic at 4465 White Bear Parkway, White Bear Lake, MN  55110,  Ph: 651-653-0062 is where I now practice OB/GYN. The doctors at AALFA Family Clinic decided to take a chance on adding an OB/GYN doctor to their mix, and now I’m here.

I heard about the clinic from a patient at my church. I looked it up and sent a letter describing my background and worldview. Shortly thereafter, I received a phone call which ultimately led to my association with these wonderful doctors. God’s choice to bless me and my family in this way humbles me. I feel so inadequate and sinful, not deserving of such a blessing as this.

God called me to a medical career and pointed me to OB/GYN. I’ve lived on the cusp of the abortion debate since medical school and residency, an activity from which I’ve never backed away. I’ve taken my oath, the Oath of Hippocrates, seriously and sacredly since graduation from medical school.

You might think I would be more valuable in a totally secular clinic in which more abortion-minded woman would present themselves. But that just doesn’t happen. It doesn’t take long before the abortion-minded women automatically get routed to the abortion-minded doctors, leaving me out of the loop.

But now, I can provide pro-life women a safe place; a place where an older pregnant woman is offered congratulations instead of an immediate, “Do you want to keep the baby,” comment; a place where joy meets a pregnant woman having her sixth or seventh baby instead of a frown and a not-so-subtle scold; a place where pregnant woman are not told that prenatal genetic screening is “just routine” and are instead told that most babies with disabilities found by genetic testing end up in the abortuary; a place where a pregnant woman’s faith is honored; and a place where prayer occurs without shame.

So that’s where I am. In a pro-life clinic. Who knew?

Matt Anderson

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Thoughts on Christmas Past

Posted by MDViews on February 25, 2011

Thoughts on Christmas Past – This is something I wrote after our Christmas Eve service 12-24-10, a service serving the wine of inspiration and wonder from which I drunk deeply. The complete experience evoked earnest worship of the miracle of the advent, this worship carried by warm enthusiasm and grave significance of songs and readings by children, teens, adults. Jesus shattered the clinging darkness of our vilely unclean world. He brought peace and rest. He is past, present and future–our passionate hope! I pray your heart catches the sweet glory of Christmas as you read.

Thoughts on Christmas Past

Everyone sits toward the front of the church, no one in the back, all ready for the intimate remembrance of the advent. Some bear the still fresh sorrow of those passed while others hold a fearful elation anticipating a son, daughter or grandchild taking the stage tonight. Recording devices at the ready dot the gathered crowd with the promise no moment will be lost.

The 5th and 6th graders, business-casual in dress, ascend the risers with most smiling and a few waving to their progenitors who smile and wave back. The largely home-schooled group lacks the jaundiced, sullen, defiant displays I’ve seen in public school “holiday” concerts, such comportment the likely benefit of adult influence and mature attitudes inherent in homeschooling. With solemn vitality and distracted attention they sing, even the boys, to open the service, then all but one girl exits. She steps to the microphone and fluently reads the beginning of the eternal advent story—the profound entrance of grace and sacrifice into our fallen world.

The congregation stands and sings a Christmas hymn. I notice the front. An immense wooden cross draped at the crossbeam with a white sheet dominates the scene. A banner hangs from the ceiling which depicts the angels proclaiming “Glory to God in the Highest and On Earth, Peace, Goodwill Toward Men.” Poinsettias grace both sides of the stage and ribbons, thule and gifts populate the communion table.

An eleven year old boy reads more of the Christmas story as the congregation listens, only gently interrupted by the quiet sounds of a few restless babies.

Emmanuel! God with us! That baby, that Savior who was all God and all man, cried in his mother’s arms while holding the stars in their places! Oh God. I am humiliated by my sin, humbled by your grace and staggered by your love as my mind again tries to comprehend the dirty splendor and ignoble majesty of that royal night.

Now, a soft “Away in a Manger” wafts over us as the 4-6 year olds, four of them grandchildren, mount the risers guided by three adults who position them and step away. They are well-behaved to the joyful relief of their parents! The children’s inexpressible charm would soften the most hard-boiled heathen, I thought. Cameras and recorders appear from nowhere as the group sings—some louder than others—and makes their exit leaving many visiting congregants without a reason to stay.

About thirty 8-11 year olds sing an unfamiliar Christmas composition with the unflappable piano accompaniment by a teenage girl, hers certainly not a casual achievement. More Christmas story is read and the young teens take center stage with many girls, now becoming young women, towering above most of the boys.

More instruments appear as the song, sung in parts by the teens, resplendently echoes through the sanctuary. The congregation stands and joins them in another carol after which a pastor starts a devotional. He describes the terrified shepherds, the angelic host, the words of the angel, “Fear not.” That angel has to be kidding. The sky is filled with eternal beings who dwell in the presence of the almighty God and the angel says to “Fear not?” Then he wonders what an angel chorus would sound like. Who can say? They announced “Glory to God in the Highest.” Think of it—glory to God—His purpose for salvation and our ultimate purpose for living—to bring glory to God, always, now and forever, to evermore worship our great Savior. The wonder fills my heart. I try and fail to imagine entering His presence. I look and see rivulets of tears flowing down the face of a woman near me. My eyes water.

The bright lights dim as a slow parade of six year olds circumspectly carry the advent candles down the isle. The singing ends with the song, “Here I Am to Worship.” Hands extend toward heaven. The service is complete.

In the ensuing swirls and eddies of people and groups, the story still vividly grips my heart. I soak quietly in the grieving beauty of the Christ’s birth and the savage violence of the cross. There in that manger lies my blessed hope, hope which is secure and inviolate in the palm of His hand. God, I pray, let me never lose the wonder.

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