This week on nursing home rounds I saved Mr. J for last. I like him just fineāheās actually pretty entertaining to talk with and is a āgood patientā who is trying hard to make the most of his rehab stay. But he likes to talk a lot. So I save him some extra time so we can chat it up. I started our conversation the way I do with a lot of my nursing home folks, whom I see monthly.Ā āSo whatās new?ā I asked.Ā
āOh I got big news,ā he said.Ā āI joined the Lordās family two weeks ago. Iām a church man now.ā
This guy was the burliest, nastiest redneck youād ever meet. Iām talking filthy Duck Dynasty lookin dude. Says what he wants, does what he wants, and doesnāt care who gets in the way. He told me that his whole life he avoided the church whenever possible. He didnāt like dressing up or being told he had to do to be good to get into heaven. When they had church services at the nursing home (they have them like 3 days a week) he would always head to the lobby, which is the farthest room from where the services were held.Ā
But he went to a service that was just gospel music because ALL of the other residents love it and encouraged him to go. He got hooked and kept going every week. He now is the first guy in the room for every service, sitting on the front row, singing hymns at the top of his voice.
He told me,Ā āthey told me being a Christian was simple. You just tell God youāre sorry for what you done and ask forgiveness and open up your heart and he comes in. And I done that. And he forgive me, I know it. But being in the Lordās family is hard! I know God done changed me though. Because I used to didnāt care what I did or what I said, but the other day I cussed and I felt bad about it for the first time ever. And I asked God to forgive me for it and I believe he did. And now Iām trying to stop cussin.ā
His seedling faith is growing already. None of his family members are churchgoers and he has resolved to make them take him to church when he goes home. I overheard him telling another resident today that he would pray for him. This guy would have cussed out someone for saying the same to him just a few weeks ago.Ā
One thing he told me particularly struck me. He said,Ā āyou know, doc, I prayed for one of the other fellers here to get better in the hospital and he got better and came back. And I prayed for my daughter to get a job and she finally did. But I havenāt asked the Lord to get me out of this wheelchair yet. Thatās what I really want him to do and I think he can do it. Heās already changed my heart. I donāt think I really deserve for more than that. But I want him to take care of the people I love.ā
I told Mr. J that if God was willing to come into his heart and forgive him and change his life, he surely would be willing to listen to his prayers for healing. But Mr. J reminded me in his statement of something Iāve done many times: I see myself as unworthy of grace, unworthy of Godās love. My years of Bible study have taught me that itās absolutely true; that on my own I am completely unworthy. But God gives me grace and love despite my unworthiness, and I donāt have to be afraid to approach him with my needs. If he was willing to die for my sins, surely heās willing and able to take care of my little hurts and physical needs.Ā
Earlier on the same day that I talked to Mr. J, I wrote in my prayer journal,Ā āgive me opportunities today to share your truth with my co-workers and my patientsā. I had no idea that it would end up being the other way around.