You may be thinking that my life as a minister is pretty dull, but I have to tell you, you’re way off on that thought. It can be a roller-coaster thrill ride at times. It’s the little things that take place every day that make it exciting. Here’s an example…
A while back, I went to the hospital to visit an elderly woman from church who had fallen down a flight of stairs. I’d been told she’d broken some ribs and her arm, busted her lips and blacked her eyes. I expected her to look pretty bad when I walked in her room, but I never expected the nightmarish images that would be ingrained in my head forever.
I rounded the corner by the nurses station and could see some of her family standing in the hall. As I approached the room I asked them, “How is she?” They said, “Glad you’re here. She’s been asking for you. She’s going to be fine, but she’s just really beat up.”
There was a handful of family in the room when I came in. They backed into the corner to give me some room with their grandma. She looked as bad as I imagined… eyes nearly swollen shut and her lips busted and bloody.
I gave her some sympathy and said, “You poor baby. I’m so sorry.”
“Look at what I’ve done to myself, Trey,” she said.
“I know, but you’ll get well and you’ll heal,” I told her.
She said, “Trey, it’s not just my face, let me show you what else I’ve done.”
It was at that point my life changed forever. I’ve replayed what happened in my mind over and over to figure out what I did wrong and how I could have changed what happened next. For it was those words, “Let me show you what else I’ve done,” that still haunt me. Everything moved in slow motion because it was a second after those words rolled off her tongue that she grabbed the sheet that had been covering her 86 year old naked body and RIPPED IT OFF.
Because the mind has a tendency to protect us from highly stressful events, everything from here on out is a little fuzzy. I remember hearing the family behind me “Gasp!” as I stood over the bed of their totally naked eighty-six year old grandma. I specifically remember her yelling, “Look at it, Trey, look at it! Does it look bad? You can tell me, I can take it!” I was trying to look anywhere but where she was wanting me to.
I was doing everything I could to grab the sheet from her and cover her back up, but she had a death grip on that sheet. I expected at any moment the family to come rushing in like the cavalry and rescue me from a lifetime of emotional scarring and Grandma from certain embarrassment, but help never came. I think they were just as shocked as I was. It’s not every day a family sees their naked grandma for the first time.
As she lay there in her birthday suit, for what seemed like an eternity, hollering, “Look at me.” “How does it look?” and “Tell me the truth, I can take it!” The ONLY thing that kept going through my mind was, “Sheesh, this woman needs ironing!!!”
Today, this precious woman and I are still very close friends. I’d like to think it has nothing to do with what I refer to as “THE hospital visit,” but it probably does some. I honestly don’t think she ever realized what she pulled that day. I certainly don’t ever intend to bring it back up.
And so goes the life of a minister, you never know what crazy event will happen next. You just hope it’s not a life-scarring event.
(Comment of the Day: Jason said…
Trey this was hilarious. I am going to go to my heavenly Father right now in prayer and thank Him that this hasn’t happened to me before.)