John Steinbeck, the most read author all over the world ( many people think it is Hemingway) brought the landscape and the soul of America, the people of this nation to life,for better or for worse with his words. Words like Grapes of Wrath, Of Mice and Men. He studied people in every circumstance he could find and observed the heart of those people.His legacy remains “Steinbeck Country” still exists for us to read and just maybe, if we listen to each other, America might just begin to heal her wounds, or at least stop committing suicide.
In a life of Healthcare the sum of lessons I have learned cannot be measured. I am weak at writing and expression but reality of life and death are ever clear. An ordinary day in the Intensive Cardac Care Unit in West Florida Hospital. I go about my work. I am twenty-two years old. I sat down at the nurses desk to chart on my patients. My seat is one from which I can see straight into the hospital bed approximately 20 feet away in front of me. “Deductive reasoning” is when a data leads to one conclusion. ” Inductive reasoning” by definition is where a conclusion is probable but not certain. ” “Aductive reasoning” consist of incompleteness of purposes. I sit writing in neat script. Occasionally I glance at the patient directly in front of me. His hospital bed is in the upright sitting position. His nasal oxygen cannula is tilted in his nose. The ever present monitors of important numbers and squiggly repetitive lines of the heart rythmn, rate, and blood pressure are constant. I glanced down at my watch as nurses often do, note the time. My attention is called to a sound of panic. I stand up and head for the noise and just like that the man’s eyes widened and from the torso up his whole body turns blue. I yell for help and all my colleagues and a doctor come running. The doctor begins calmly giving orders. I glance down at my watch again. Seventy- eight seconds had passed. The man is dead. His Aortic vavle had dissected and his heart simply exploded. I had never witnessed this before nor sense. It left me marked. All the types of “reasoning” that I relied on could not find its place. It took me hours and days and even to this day to piece through the seventy-eight seconds and a passing from life to death. In the end, I am left with no conclusion except this, Life, in all its myriad of seconds passing by cannot be defined by human reasoning.
You said you never met a girl like me in your life. You said when we are older I will be your wife. Isn’t it funny what we believe love is when we are young? I think perhaps it is the closest to Perfect love and most Christ like. I had no agenda, just Purity when I loved you, I just loved you. You thought I would always be your girl and just loved me. Neither one had to change anything about us, we wouldn’t dare. Years have now flown and we have travelled far Isn’t it funny we had no map, just followed the stars above? And still, it lingers in the star dust. We just simply loved.
But he ·gave up his place with God and made himself nothing [L emptied himself]. He ·became like [L took the form of] a ·servant [slave; bondservant] and was born ·as a man [L in the likeness of humanity/men.
I am always astounded when a renewed sense of the “Realm of Grace.” is gifted to me by the Holy. My dear mentor Dr. Hud McWilliams puts it this way, “Grace erodes all of our human ability to be gods. Grace removes ALL of our ability to PRETEND we are in control.”
I clearly see This Realm of Grace cannot be diminished, Grace cannot be penetrated by darkness, Grace cannot be stopped by disease nor death, and best of all it cannot be bought or earned! The birthing place of Grace is Mercy. The person of Grace is Jesus our Lord who died and gave us his grace because our Heavenly Father is merciful. This refreshing and renewing gift from Grace is that Grace annihilated Shame! And I bear it no more!
She is a petite and elegant woman. She is dying. After receiving palliative care for a year and a few days, she is now receiving continuous care until she passes away. In the area of Hospice nursing, continuous care abbreviated to CC marks the twenty- four hour care beginning. I have been on twelve hour shifts with her for three days. The first visit I noticed that she continuously positioned her right hand in a fist with her thumb slightly curvedat the top of the fist. I would straighten the hand out flat thinking this would be more comfortable but within five minutes that hand would return to the position of holding onto a rope. I began to observe that even in her brief waking moments she would do this action with both hands. Eventually during very quiet and brief conversations we talked of her younger life and all the glorious days that love in life have brought her. A loving husband, healthy children, grandchildren and even great grandchildren. She told me that her husband is the best human being she has ever known. She was the first female professor of a big University in Texas and she said her husband supported her all the way! On the last day she was weaker and her voice diminished so we didn’t talk much. I had been straightening her hands off and on for days and within a minute or to she would peacefully dose off and put her hands right back in this unique position. Finally, I asked her about it and she said, “sometimes I become a little afraid of dying and when that fear hits I am reminded of a braided cord. A cord made up of three separate fibers that are entwined as if they were one large rope. Unbreakable bonds, least that is what they say. One day the pain and fear overwhelmed me and I whispered to God and asked for comfort. Then as I prayed my hands seemed to involuntarily fold like a fist holding a rope and it was so comfortable and calming. As I lay there praying the Spirit of God greeted me so gently and told me he loved me and soon he would be taking me home. He told me to hold onto to this rope of The Trinity and not let go. He said that he won’t leave me and to just trust him and hold on to the rope and even as I grow weaker and you straighten my hands they return to the rope and I hold on so hard that I feel no pain nor fear at all. Within the hour this beautiful, faith filled woman died but without a doubt I know Whom she was holding to and that He would never break his promise.
“It is God who establishes us with you in Christ, and has anointed us, and who has also put his seal on us and given us his Spirit in our hearts as a guarantee. 2Corinthians 1:21,22
I often have concern all my words may scare you away or maybe they already have. I respond to words intentionally. Words compell me. Words challenge me. Words soothe me… I guess it depends on what kind of word person you are. Maybe all my words won’t scare you away, but If they should I understand. I see words in “color” sometimes. Words are never, ever black and white. There are “you’re a liar” words. There are “absolute Truth” words. There are “profound” words. There are “stupid and ignorant” words. There are “death and life” words, and so many more. The list is exhausting but you get my drift.
Evening has fallen and I find myself sitting in a place of yearning, like being home sick. I am completely at peace. All is safe and warm yet I have a longing. I want to savor this life I have been given.
Every once in a while a moment will cling to me longer than others and it catches my breath because I want to stay there for a while before it becomes a memory. In those moments I might smell fresh cut grass or feel thunder shake the earth or laugh until my stomach muscles ache or taste the sweetness from the honeysuckle vine. Like an old reel to reel movie I see all of them. All of the memories. All of the generations of my family and I want to go home. What joy to know the God who loves us in a place where there’s no death or time. It is wonderful.
A Beach Morning Glory Railroad Vine growing on the Beach
Love will grow over barriers and around obstacles still blooming and still fragrant. Love is having the strength to stay. Love is a wild and furious risk, a pouring out of all that one can from that cup and drink it. Love is rich and poor. Love is sickness and health. Love is a verb, an action word. Nothing about love is passive. Love cannot be manipulated. Love. Risks. Everything. The Holy God is Love’s name…ponder this, ponder Him on this busy Tuesday of your life. Love changes everything!
