10 July 2008
Where will you see Jesus?
Posted by Rob under: Christian life; Kingdom .
I read this today, an account written by a lady called Dawn Husnick, who used to be a nurse in a Chicago emergency room:
In my years in the ER, I saw Jesus daily doing His Kingdom work in and through a group of His followers. It was a true expression of the church. One day stands out beyond all the others and left me radically changed forever. It was the day I saw Jesus face to face.
“Dawn . . . can you lock down room 15?” yelled out my charge nurse as I crawled up to the nurse’s station. Two security guards stood outside the room, biceps flexing like bouncers anticipating a drunken brawl. My eyes rolled as I walked past them into the room to set up. The last lock clicked into place as the masked medics arrived with [Name, N.] strapped and restrained to their cart. The hallway cleared with heads turned away in disgust at the smell surrounding them. They entered the room and I could see N. with his feet hung over the edge of the cart covered with plastic bags tightly taped around the ankles. The smell was overpowering as they uncovered his swollen, mold-encrusted feet. After tucking him in and taking his vital signs, I left the room to tend to my other 10 patients-a-waiting.Returning to the nurse’s station, I overheard the other Nurses and Techs arguing over who would take N. as their patient. In addition to the usual lab work and tests . . . the doctor had ordered a “shower” complete with Betadine foot-scrub, antibiotic ointment and non-adherent wraps. The charge nurse looked in my direction, “Dawn, will you please take N.? Please? You don’t have to do the nasty foot-scrub. Just give him the sponge in the shower.” I agreed and made my way to gather the supplies and waited for the security guard to open up the hazmat shower.
As I waited with N., the numbness of my business was interrupted by an overwhelming sadness. I watched N . . . restless and mumbling incoherently to himself through his burley scruff of a beard and ’stache. His eyes were hidden behind his ratted curly shoulder length mane. This poor shell of a man had no one to love him. I wondered about his past and what happened to bring him to this hopelessly empty place? No one in the ER that day really looked at him and no one wanted to touch him. They wanted to ignore him and his broken life. But as much as I tried . . . I could not. I was drawn to him. The smirking security guards helped me walk him to the shower as bits and crumbles of life on the street fell in a trail behind us.
As we entered the shower room I set out the shampoo, soaps and towels like it was a 5 star hotel. I felt in my heart that for at least 10 minutes, this forgotten man would be treated as a king. I thought for those 10 minutes he would see the love of Jesus. I set down the foot sponge and decided that I would do the gentle Betadine foot-scrub by myself as soon as his shower was finished. I called the stock room for two large basins and a chair. When N. was finished in the shower I pulled back the curtain and walked him to the “throne” of warmed blankets and the two basins set on the floor beside.
As I knelt at his feet, my heart broke and stomach turned as I gently picked up his swollen rotted feet. Most of his nails were black and curled over the top of his toes. The skin was rough, broken and oozing pus. Tears streamed down my face while my gloved hands tenderly sponged the brown soap over his wounded feet. The room was quiet as the once mocking security guards started to help by handing me towels. As I patted the last foot dry, I looked up and for the first time N.’s eyes locked into mine. For that moment he was alert, aware and weeping as he quietly said, “Thank you.” In that moment, I was the one seeing Jesus. He was there all along, right where he said he would be.
There’s really nothing I can add, other than this:
” ‘Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry and gave you food, or thirsty and gave you something to drink? And when was it that we saw you a stranger and welcomed you, or naked and gave you clothing? And when was it that we saw you sick or in prison and visited you?’ And the king will answer them, ‘Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.’ ” (Matthew 25:37-40)