You’ve got to read this amazing story from my good friend Praying Medic. It’s one of many in his book, My Craziest Adventures With God Vol. 2.
I was having one of those days where I just wanted to leave work and go home. My patient was being demanding and his needy condition was getting on my nerves. I know I should have been more sympathetic to him. He’s a quadriplegic who lived in a nursing home for years after a car accident left him paralyzed. This particular morning, his nurse found blood returning from his feeding tube, so we transported him to the hospital for what seemed like a GI bleed.
The nursing home was across the street from the hospital, making the transport time about two minutes. It’s amazing how irritated I can get on such a short transport. On the way out the door he asked for a glass of water. His nurse was nice enough to send his cup of ice water along, but I’d set it on the back of the gurney and somehow it managed to tip over. The water was now all over the floor of the ambulance. I told him he’d have to wait a few minutes. Next, he wanted me to suction his tracheostomy. It didn’t seem like it needed to be suctioned, but I suctioned him a couple of times as we left the nursing home. Before I had the suction equipment put away, he asked for a pain pill. That’s when I lost it.
His demands had gotten the better of me and in a stern voice I said, “Look, I don’t have any pain pills and we’re going to be at the hospital in 30 seconds. I’d really appreciate it if you would just chill out for a few minutes until we get there.” Normally it takes a lot for someone to get on my nerves, but today, for some reason, I was unusually irritable.
My partner must have heard me and knew I was pretty ticked off. When we were through with the call, he drove across the street to a restaurant he knows I like. “You look like you need lunch,” he said.
He was right. I was hungry, so I thanked him and when the ambulance came to a stop, I hopped out. As I walked to the entrance of the restaurant, a stranger walked up to me and asked, “Hey man, you don’t have a pain pill do you?”
Wondering if it was some kind of cruel joke, I just looked at him for a minute in stunned silence. I thought to myself, in what world do you walk up to a paramedic in a parking lot and ask for a pain pill? Click To Tweet
Then another thought came to mind. Maybe this was a divine set-up. Maybe it was an opportunity to get this guy healed. “Why do you want a pain pill?” I asked.
“I broke my leg in two places. It was an on the job injury. They did surgery, but it didn’t go well.” He pulled up his pant leg and showed me the scars near his calf and ankle. He now lives in constant pain.
After checking out his leg I said, “Why don’t we go inside.”
Once we were inside the restaurant, I got in line to order some food. He stayed near the door, looking around like he was waiting for someone. After I ordered my food, I went back and asked him, “Would you like to be healed?”
He said, “Sure.”
“I’m going to pray over your leg.” I knelt beside him and placed my hand on his leg, just above the ankle. “Ligaments, bones, muscles, tendons and nerves, be healed in the name of Jesus. Do you feel anything?”
“Yeah. My lower leg feels warm.”
I continued praying then I asked him to test it out. He walked around the lobby for a while and said it felt better, but there was still some pain. I placed my hand on his lower leg and repeated the process. Once again he tested it out, and again he said it was better, but there was still a little pain remaining. I prayed a third time and afterward, he said, “It feels really good now. The pain is almost gone.”
People in the restaurant were looking at us, including a woman who seemed more interested than everyone else. I looked at her and said, “What are you smiling at?”
“If you’re through praying for my husband, will you pray for me next?”
As I approached, I put my arm around her shoulder. “And what do you need prayer for?”
“I’m seeing my doctor tomorrow to have a hysterectomy. They found cancer and I’m really scared.”
I placed my hands on her shoulders. “Holy Spirit, bring your presence.” I felt His glory arrive and noticed that she was starting to sway back and forth. “Are you feeling anything?”
“Just a wave of peace washing over me.”
“Cancer, I command you to leave in the mighty name of Jesus. Lord, I bless your work of healing in her body. Sickness and disease, get out now.” When I was done praying she gave me a warm hug.
“Thank you so much,” she said. Her husband shook my hand, unable to say anything. He just smiled from ear to ear. I picked up my food and headed for the door.
Somehow, all the irritation I felt a few minutes earlier was gone. People ask for pain pills because they’re in pain. Jesus sent us into the world to take away the pain and suffering of mankind. Not with pills, but with power. He also sent us as messengers of peace. Maybe I need to learn how to live from the peace of His presence more often. God knows I could use a little more peace.
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