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Oh goodie! We both have poor down pat, so this is a cinch for God. lol
Kidding, sort of, but I do, again, believe God will sustain him up and out of his sick bed.
Poor guy, had his bedsore debreved in surgery again today, so he officially has a big pain in the butt. BUT, some lady came by to talk to him. He can't remember her name or her title, except she's not a psychiatrist. But she did give him a realistic assessment of how he is doing mentally. (He is always checking outside his door to see what's going on. We didn't know that meant he is active in his environment, so he's not so depressed he's lost hope. She had him tell what he could physically do this week that he couldn't do last week, so he now knows he's improving. It's good to know where you are in your head when going through something like this, so she encouraged him.) And she asked him what his interest wehre -- making dinner for me and his relationship with God.
She told him the hospital provides a variety of ministers, but the closest she got with what we believe was a liberal Lutheran minister, John told her he wouldn't get along with the man. (He'd end up trying to debate him, and he doesn't have the physical energy for a long debate right now. lol) But I interjected, (he told me this on the phone, so I didn't interrupt), that I've offered to contact the church we'd like to be members of several times, but he keeps turning me down. This surprised him.
He doesn't remember me offering. I just asked him yesterday. LOL
In his defense, I think he keeps thinking I want some priest to come for Last Rites. Not exactly that, since we're protestant now, but the old Catholic upbringing does tend to put us in a mindset that's hard to think past. I told him again, he could just use time with a man who agrees with him biblically to talk about God occasionally. I'm a gal, so not quite it, and I don't talk as deeply as he does. (One of his friends that visits is a Christian, but that friend never studied the Bible after Bible college, so it's often John teaching him about Bible things, instead of exchanging ideas.)
Finally! He thinks that's a good idea, so I can call that church. I know they have missionaries in that section of town. (That section of town is called University City, because most of the uni's in our city are all stuffed into that section, and half those uni's are medical schools, so there are professors, doctors, students, and staff constantly developing a Christian community right there. Been doing that for decades, if not centuries.) Finally, John has a way to delve into God in way I can't do for him. Better than an audio Bible.
Kidding, sort of, but I do, again, believe God will sustain him up and out of his sick bed.
Poor guy, had his bedsore debreved in surgery again today, so he officially has a big pain in the butt. BUT, some lady came by to talk to him. He can't remember her name or her title, except she's not a psychiatrist. But she did give him a realistic assessment of how he is doing mentally. (He is always checking outside his door to see what's going on. We didn't know that meant he is active in his environment, so he's not so depressed he's lost hope. She had him tell what he could physically do this week that he couldn't do last week, so he now knows he's improving. It's good to know where you are in your head when going through something like this, so she encouraged him.) And she asked him what his interest wehre -- making dinner for me and his relationship with God.
She told him the hospital provides a variety of ministers, but the closest she got with what we believe was a liberal Lutheran minister, John told her he wouldn't get along with the man. (He'd end up trying to debate him, and he doesn't have the physical energy for a long debate right now. lol) But I interjected, (he told me this on the phone, so I didn't interrupt), that I've offered to contact the church we'd like to be members of several times, but he keeps turning me down. This surprised him.
In his defense, I think he keeps thinking I want some priest to come for Last Rites. Not exactly that, since we're protestant now, but the old Catholic upbringing does tend to put us in a mindset that's hard to think past. I told him again, he could just use time with a man who agrees with him biblically to talk about God occasionally. I'm a gal, so not quite it, and I don't talk as deeply as he does. (One of his friends that visits is a Christian, but that friend never studied the Bible after Bible college, so it's often John teaching him about Bible things, instead of exchanging ideas.)
Finally! He thinks that's a good idea, so I can call that church. I know they have missionaries in that section of town. (That section of town is called University City, because most of the uni's in our city are all stuffed into that section, and half those uni's are medical schools, so there are professors, doctors, students, and staff constantly developing a Christian community right there. Been doing that for decades, if not centuries.) Finally, John has a way to delve into God in way I can't do for him. Better than an audio Bible.
