Tuesday, April 8, 2014

A Holy Privilege

As the hospital doors open, I pray God's openness in my spirit.  I pray God grants me His ears to listen.  I pray for God's wisdom. 

Sometimes I know the prognosis of the person I'm visiting.  Other times I don't.  Sometimes it is life threatening.  Other times it is life-giving.  I've held the hand of the elderly and cradled the wide-eyed newborn within the span of a few days. 

Hospital visits are a holy privilege.  Each one.

Sometimes I know the person I'm visiting.  Other times I don't.  Sometimes it is a cousin or brother or niece or friend of a friend.  I don't always know what to expect, but I know The One who goes with me. 

Lately I've visited senior members in the hospital.  It's humbling to help shepherd these saints:  They have the wisdom as vast as the Atlantic, and yet they allow me to minister to them.

Hospital visits are a holy privilege.  Each one.