the worst monsters of the 21st century
A dear little lady in our church called them that! Mind you she is a triple amputee and she can say this about these folks. It never fails, just when you reach what you consider to be the bottom of whatever state of existence has come your way in life . . . there is always, always someone who has it worse. And this little lady has it the worst of all worst.
She has one real leg, and no arms at all. She was recently in the hospital with the same flu everyone and their two nieces have in this part of the world. She has one leg. Finally she was able to press the button for the nurse to come with her chin, because she is dehydrated and is terribly thirsty . . .at long last the nurse shows up and when our dear friend asks for a glass of water, the nurse agrees to get her a glass of water, only if our friend will pay her a bribe . . . slide her some extra money under the table! While this happens to G. regularly . . . people taking advantage of the fact that she is a triple amputee, these are not "the worse monsters of the 21st century."
The worse monsters of the 21st century according to G. are people like she met last week at a new clinic she is trying to receive medical attention at. She arrived there, and there is this long line. Did I mention she has one leg? Thus she cannot stand but for very short periods of time. So she walks to the front of the line, and the lady there all but attacks her and let's her know that she will have to wait in line like everyone else. G. is not opposed to waiting, but shoot, you gotta give her a place to sit! Not a chance. The lady says, I bet you aren't even a real cripple! Those people, according to G. are "the worse monsters of the 21st century." Welcome to medical care in Eastern Europe. Be very very thankful for the medical care you can get wherever you are. And people wonder why I call it the hairy armpit.
I am just afraid we do this in the church to the spiritually crippled that come through our doors. Wanting them to be better before they even meet the Doctor/Savior. To not really be crippled at all. I am afraid that we don't facilitate them because they are the drug addicts and those without jobs and all those people will be a drain on the churches finances or some monstrous accusation like that. As hard as it may be, I need to remember that we are here for the cripples. And let's face it, I am just one prayer of forgiveness away from being one myself.
She has one real leg, and no arms at all. She was recently in the hospital with the same flu everyone and their two nieces have in this part of the world. She has one leg. Finally she was able to press the button for the nurse to come with her chin, because she is dehydrated and is terribly thirsty . . .at long last the nurse shows up and when our dear friend asks for a glass of water, the nurse agrees to get her a glass of water, only if our friend will pay her a bribe . . . slide her some extra money under the table! While this happens to G. regularly . . . people taking advantage of the fact that she is a triple amputee, these are not "the worse monsters of the 21st century."
The worse monsters of the 21st century according to G. are people like she met last week at a new clinic she is trying to receive medical attention at. She arrived there, and there is this long line. Did I mention she has one leg? Thus she cannot stand but for very short periods of time. So she walks to the front of the line, and the lady there all but attacks her and let's her know that she will have to wait in line like everyone else. G. is not opposed to waiting, but shoot, you gotta give her a place to sit! Not a chance. The lady says, I bet you aren't even a real cripple! Those people, according to G. are "the worse monsters of the 21st century." Welcome to medical care in Eastern Europe. Be very very thankful for the medical care you can get wherever you are. And people wonder why I call it the hairy armpit.
I am just afraid we do this in the church to the spiritually crippled that come through our doors. Wanting them to be better before they even meet the Doctor/Savior. To not really be crippled at all. I am afraid that we don't facilitate them because they are the drug addicts and those without jobs and all those people will be a drain on the churches finances or some monstrous accusation like that. As hard as it may be, I need to remember that we are here for the cripples. And let's face it, I am just one prayer of forgiveness away from being one myself.