Confessions of A Muslim Woman
“We’re transporting a mid-thirties female who developed a headache, stiff neck and chills around one o’clock this afternoon. She’s also dizzy and tachycardic with a low blood pressure at ninety palp. She has no medical history or recent illness. I’m worried that she may have meningitis. We have an IV running. We’re about ten minutes out.”
“Copy that… we’ll see you in ten.”
Sandra didn’t know what meningitis was. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to go to the hospital, but on a friend’s advice, she called 911. Soon after we heard her story, the masks went on. We weren’t taking any chances.
The IV start went pretty easy. She thanked me for getting it done quickly and not hurting her. We chatted on the ride to the hospital. She told me one of her babies was born in the back of an ambulance.
“They must have hated you for that”, I said.
“Yeah… they were really nervous. One of them told me it was his first time delivering a baby.”
“They’re not supposed to tell you that,” I said laughing.
Hi. I’m the doctor who will be removing your brain tumor and I want you to know how excited I am to have my first try at this.
As we neared the hospital, I thought about how I’d ask a Muslim woman if I could pray with her.
This should be easy, I thought. I’ve done it before.
Sandra looked me in the eyes and calmly said, “I just wanted to thank you for being so kind to me. Some of the other men didn’t seem to care about my problem, but I know you do. You know… before I became a Muslim, I was a Christian. But I couldn’t take the judgment and criticism from the church anymore, so now I’m a Muslim.”
Where did this come from? I wondered.
This is the point in the transport where I’m supposed to ask if I can pray with her. Now, I felt ashamed for even wanting to ask.
“Well, Sandra… I really like my job. I like taking care of sick people, so it’s easy for me to care about you.”
“It’s important that you like the work you do. If you don’t like your job, you should probably find a different one because you’re going to make everyone around you miserable.”
“You have a point, I replied. “I think it’s especially true in healthcare. When people are suffering, the last thing they want is a grumpy, bitter person taking care of them.”
We pulled into the ambulance bay and unloaded the gurney then took her to her room. I gave report to her nurse and said farewell to Sandra. It’s been five hours since we transporter her and I can’t get her out of my mind.
I know that Muslims are meeting Jesus in dreams and visions. In the middle east, Christianity is on the rise. But Islam is the fastest growing religion in the world and many new converts are former Christians. Many who follow New Age teachings are likewise former believers. I can’t help but wonder why are so many people are leaving the church.
Maybe they’ve sensed that we don’t truly care about them.
I’ll close with a question: If we’re supposed to love the way Jesus loved, forgive the way He forgave, and heal the way he healed, why do so many find the church to be a place of criticism, condemnation, and judgment?