Monday, February 28, 2011
Her name was Nora.
As a follow up to my last post "Snake bite" I would just like to tell you about something amazing that happened while I was waiting for the doctor to have a look at me.
I live in Africa. Africa is not like America or Britain, here health services leave much to be desired, if you go to a government hospital that is. Hospitals in this country are under staffed and under financed to say the least, buildings are not maintained properly, staff are under paid and overworked and so on and so on. God however still visits patients here even though conditions are not always as good or clean as they should be.
One was a chap who had a gunshot to his abdomen. He refused to allow anyone to help him and insisted on lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood mixed with all the dirt already covering the rest of the floor. They eventually sedated him and took him into the theatre and removed the bullet. I think he survived.
The other was a woman lying on a gurney (one of those beds on wheels they use in hospitals), She was moaning and moving her legs trying to find relief.
At this stage I had still not received any attention and was sitting on a chair watching what was going on. Anyway after a while the woman on the gurney changed her moaning to singing. She wasn't using words but her voice took on this amazingly beautiful harmonious melody and her movements changed to a sort of dancing in the bed. It was amazing to see. It didn't take long before I realized that she was no longer here. At one point an intern came over to me and said "how are you doing Mr Maritz?" She had come from England, Indian or Pakistani by appearance. I looked at her and said "Shh, she's singing with the angels." and pointed to the woman who was now singing. The intern took one look at her and forgot all about me, she went to her and took her by the hand, "Nora, Nora." she called but to no avail. She then went to coll one of the sisters who also called "Nora, Nora."
A little later they wheeled her over to a corner of the room and pulled a curtain around the bed. One of the nurses then called Nora's family and told them to come, Nora was dying.
For me this was very enlightening and helped me to make a decision, I want to sing to the Lord among angels.
My question to you is, Do you want to sing with the angels? I do 100%.
We have a choice, lie on the floor refusing any help or allow Jesus to come to our aid and as a result end up singing with the angels.
God bless you all and may you too end up singing with the angels. Geoff.
'All men on earth fall prostrate in thy
and sing to thee, sing psalms in honour of thy name.'