After such a busy early part of the week –
and middle part, for that matter – yesterday was my day to get the bulk of the
teaching completed for Sunday’s sermon time.
That meant I spent most of the day at the computer, looking up Hebrew
words (we are studying through the Book
of Hosea right now, so Old Testament) and making connections with the
present. I had three days of missed
worked to make up for, so there was a lot to do.
Last night was home group. And we did have some excitement there. The wrong kind. As we talked with Lauren and waited for
others to arrive, our neighbor knocked at the door. She was asking us for some help getting her
husband to his feet after a fall in the bathroom. Lauren is with the Jamaica Beach Volunteer
Fire Department, so she came with us to see what we could do. Chris did the initial assessment. On his fall he had cut a pretty bad gash on
his leg. He was also complaining of pain
in his shoulder and elbow. Rather than
just help him up we decided to call for help, since he would need to get the
leg stitched up anyway. The ambulance
arrived and the medics came in to do their assessment. For some reason, though, they couldn’t seem
to figure out the best way to get him off the floor and outside onto their
gurney (Yes, they left it outside). Lauren finally took control of the situation,
and between her and Chris and one of the medics they wrapped him in a sheet and
got him to the stretcher. Once they got
him propped up so he could breathe (He
has COPD), he seemed to be doing a little better. We’ll have to check on him later today.
Guess we’ll be heading to WalMart sometime
today. It’s been almost all week and we haven’t
been in yet. I can think of a few things
we can pick up …
Hosea 6:6 says, “For I desire mercy, not sacrifice, and acknowledgment of God rather
than burnt offerings.”
Father, would you be with our neighbor
George as he goes through the wringer at the hospital? Amen.
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