“Is anyone among you suffering? Let him pray. Is anyone cheerful? Let him sing praise. Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord…For the prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working.” James 5:13-14, 16b
I was following my daily routine. Walking into a patients room at the VA Hospital, I was prepared for the worst case scenario, except for this one. It was customary to switch off with others when you needed a break or to get some lunch. While we were happy to fill in for each other, there was the understanding that if anything goes wrong, it is ultimately the fault of who the primary caretaker of the patient was. Therefore, when relieving one for a break, all caution was taken to ensure things remained stable until the caretaker returned.
Returning from break, I began to walk my rounds and check on my patients. It’s the VA Hospital and we had patients who ranged from minor issues to critical ones…we had those who were moments from death and those who would be going home later that day. So, it’s not out of the ordinary to find people huddled over a bed trying to revive a patient and other times they are simply trying to mobilize the patient. No matter what was going on, usually the commotion was great enough to call attention to it. Not on this day however.
Then I found the silent horror. I walked into the patients room, looked with horror, and while yelling for help, flipped the emergency switch and dashed to the patient who was laying on the floor in a large pool of blood. As other nurses gathered and we assessed the situation, we knew it was time for careful, calculated action. Checking for head and spine injuries, we eventually determined it was safe to slowly move the individual from the floor to the bed to further assess him. In now soiled scrubs, we each did our part and eventually the patient returned patched up and recovering from the fall. Then it was time to talk with the family.
Gathered around and vividly concerned, the family canon balled me with questions as I entered the room. While there was someone assigned to cover my patients, the blame still came back to me. As they fired questions, one after the other, at me–hardly giving me time to answer any of them, the patient began to speak. In a quick hush, all turned to hear what would be said.
“You’re a minister, right?” the patient asked. ”Yes,” I replied wondering how the situation was influencing their view of Christ. ”What does that have to do with anything!?” one of the members yelled, “Minister or not, he should have taken care of you!” While I know that I did the best I could and everything I was trained to do, these words still have an effect on me.
“Does your church have elders?” Yes, I replied.
“Son, please ask them to pray for my health and tests.”
This patient understood the importance of a righteous mans prayer. This patient understood not only grace (which he had not just for me but for the entire nursing staff when we fall short), but that our elders, our spiritual guides are held in a special place of the heart of God. Just as God heard the shepherd of Israel, Moses, he pays attention when our congregational shepherds speak to Him. Who is it that you call when you are sick, suffering, hospitalized, or just down? Is it the preacher, a friend, a family member, or a therapist? I want to challenge you to make your first response, a phone call to your shepherds so that they may pray for you and lay hands upon you, lifting your problem into the hands of God.
-JLF