I volunteer in a local Emergency Room. I was scheduled for yesterday afternoon, 12 to 4, and no matter how hard I tried? I could not muster the enthusiasm to take a shower, let alone go to work. I picked up the phone several times to call off, but something made me put down that phone, and I am here to say, Praise God I did.
Used to working the morning shift, I had no idea what to expect. As I approached the double doors a sense of purpose filled my veins, and what I was about to walk into was the most horrific day of my entire nursing career. Every room full, I immediately went to Room 14, as I heard wails of agony and pain. The man in the bed was in his nineties, and he was hysterical. I introduced myself, but he couldn’t hear me, he was too far gone.
I asked his son and wife what was going on. His son shook his head, wiped away a tear and told me that this was NOT his father. He was a good Christian man who was beloved in his community and family. His dad was strong and stoic; I could tell the family was terrified.
“Oh Jesus, take me now. I am so sorry. I am dying. My legs are on fire. Please, take care of my wife and children….my grandchildren, OH MY GOD, WHY? I AM DYING, PLEASE GOD, I DON’T NEED GOLD WALKWAYS, JUST TAKE ME NOW………”
This went on for another twenty minutes. I spoke to him, loudly and clearly. What have you seen? Why are you so frightened? You aren’t dying, your stats are perfect…..he was white as snow, tormented…..and then I knew. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what was wrong.
“The Diablo. He is making me curse Jesus, think terrible things about my Lord. I deserve to die, TAKE ME OH TAKE ME JESUS,”
I closed the curtain. The nurse administered a sedative. I asked the family to shush.
“You have no authority here, Satan. No authority. Drink the blood of Jesus demon and be gone. Jesus is here, God is holding you. Drink the blood of Jesus……”
I was convinced the doctor and nurses would think me insane and fire me as soon as I walked from beyond the curtain. I waited and continued to pray out loud. Within moments he calmed down. Enough to listen to me.
“Who is the father of all lies? Satan is toying with you, but once God has you no one can ever take you away. Do you understand me? God loves you, and so does your family. Listen to me…….”
I retreated for another warm blanket. As I walked passed the gawking nurses, (and I mean every single one of them had their jaws open) I didn’t make eye contact. I couldn’t. I walked back into the room. He was given another sedative.
There are things that I cannot divulge, but may I say this?
Praise, Glory and Honor to the Most High, and thank you Jesus, for your love and strength.
I walked Bob out to his car with his oh so thankful family. He was dapper and strong, laughing at our jokes, and he kissed me on the cheek…….
“I don’t know how to thank you,” his son and wife said. It wasn’t me they owed any gratitude, it was our heavenly father and Yeshua. But they knew that.
And as I walked into the ER, prepared to be told to leave, the doctor said this:
“You are worth your weight in gold. You couldn’t pay someone to do what you just did.”
I kept walking, straight to the nearest empty room. And I got down on my knees and wept.