One More Call
I really need to quit complaining about going on calls after shift change. There are divine appointments out there waiting for me. They can come at inconvenient times. Like when I’d rather be at home eating dinner with my wife.
A few weeks ago, we transported a young woman who was suicidal. The call kept us past the end of our shift and I thought she would be my divine appointment. I got to pray with her, and she later contacted me to say thanks, but there was someone else I needed to meet that night.
It was late and I was tired. So when dispatch gave us another call, I got irritated and whined, “I’ve already done my good deed for the day…why can’t we just go home?”
When I heard the patient had cancer, I thought maybe this patient was the one. As we walked past her room I could see her family huddled around the bed. Some were sitting. Others were standing. There was a somber presence in the room. I heard someone choke back their emotions as they spoke in a hushed voice. I knew she was the one.
I headed for the nurse’s station to get report but the nurse met me in the hallway. She told me about my patient and her battle with cancer. Rolling her eyes, she told me that the family had unrealistic expectations about the patient’s prognosis. They were holding out for a miracle.
From the point of view of a doctor or nurse who’s never witnessed a miracle, terminal patients die and there’s nothing that can be done about it. That used to be the way I saw terminal disease. When you work in medicine and never see miracles, and you see people hoping for a miracle (the kind you’ve never seen), it seems like false hope or denial.
But people of faith—especially people who’ve seen miracles—have a hard time accepting the diagnosis of death. We know that God is exceedingly abundantly able to do more than we can ask or think. That perspective makes miracles possible. And when you begin seeing them consistently—it makes them normal.
I took an instant liking to my patient’s son-in-law. He was a warm man with a great sense of humor. We made light conversation. There was a long discussion between the family about who (if anyone) could ride in the ambulance. I said we’d try to accommodate as many as they wanted. So the patient’s daughter and son both rode along.
We got her a loaded and I got down to business. I looked at her son. “I’ll assume a from the report I got from the nurse that you believe in miracles.”
He looked at his sister. “Yes, we do”.
“So do I.”
I told him about some of the patients I’d seen healed. He began to cry. I asked if I might pray for their mother. They agreed and so did she. I placed my hands on her shoulders and spoke blessings over her. I asked the Holy Spirit to bring His presence upon her. I commanded cancer, sickness, and pain to leave. I commanded evil spirits to leave. Her son continued crying.
When I was done, I told him that he can find me on Facebook. He pulled out his phone, opened the Facebook application, searched for my name, and found a guy with a helicopter picture.
“Yeah…that’s me. Send me a private message and I’ll send you a friend request.”
They had questions about healing. They wanted to know how long they should pray and when the they should quit if they haven’t seen results.
“Don’t ever quit,” I said.
I encouraged them to persist as long as it took and shared a few more stories about people who’d been healed only after receiving prayers for many years. I told them that as long as the person was still alive they should keep on praying.
I was able to write my report at the destination hospital since I didn’t have time to write anything but her vitals on the way there. We got her settled into her room. I gave report to a nurse and said farewell to my patient.
“If I don’t see you in the future, I’ll see you in the pasture.”
I did see her again. I became friends with her family through Facebook. A few weeks later, I happened to be at the hospital. Her daughter asked me to check up on her. She was resting peacefully. A few days later, she stepped into eternity.
Knowing what eternity is like, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous. We don’t win every battle. But if we don’t show up and fight the good fight, we won’t win any of them.
I like this one all the way from you having to step outside of yourself for someone else (again) to the very end. Besides bringing healing to so many, I realized that just the process of you declaring miracles, encouraging families to keep praying no matter what, brings them hope and a foundation to deal with the whole process. Just to have someone come along side them and encourage them in their pursuit of Jesus during difficult times allows them to stay on their foundation instead of focusing on the chaos, doom & gloom, it allows the Spirit to permeate them and bring comfort & support. So although there is always a hope for complete healing, know that He appoints you for something on an even grander scale, an opportunity to solidify peoples foundations during tough times so they don’t fall into anger, or even to find out they can have an introduction to a foundation.
Thank you for your encouraging words, Cynthia.
There are very few that will agree with you that God can and will heal cancer. He is not the author of disease and wants healing for us. I appreciate your posts. Although I am not scrolling facebook much anymore, some how it seems like I see your posts. I find your start in EMS along with stories like this that you found your calling. I am praying for you. Thanks for your prayer, I have been immersing myself in healing or faith messages for a couple of weeks now. Healing I have received and I know God has more for me to do here. I find the medicine far too strong now. Hospice came in after I said I was going home on faith expecting a miracle. I had a lot of bad days and decided I need to rebuild my faith. I have seen I have not spoken negatively but haven’t been speaking words of life either. All that has changed I am speaking and believing for Life healed and healthy. Your post re uplifting and I will keep on reading and professing “by His stripes I am healed”