A couple weeks ago I called my friend who is a nurse at the missions clinic two hours from me. I asked if I could stay
with her for a few days to rest. She said yes, but there was also a Mercy Ships
team arriving for a screening, would I want to help with that?
When I was in nursing school I was interested in Mercy Ships
in a nursing capacity. Though I have changed directions over the years,the
concept and driving force behind the Mercy Ships ministry has remained
something that excited and interests me. I will give a short and incomplete
summary of the ministry here, but you should check out their website to see
more.
The ship stays at the
port of their host country (usually African) 10 months and then goes for
maintenance for the other two months of the year. Crew members from around the
world fly in and serve on the ship, some long term and some short term.
Part of the job is finding candidates for the surgeries they
offer, so they send screening teams around the country to find those who
qualify for care. This is what I got to help with yesterday. The logistic work
behind these screenings is amazing. Hundreds of people showed up the night
before or the early morning to be seen, and the nurses and security and admin
teams worked from 5am to nearly 11pm, seeing candidates, scheduling accepted
patients, giving them the documents and information they will need to travel to
the capital for surgery. The sheer number of factors in this process
overwhelmed me. Think medicine, think developing country, think poverty and
ignorance colliding with Western medicine.
Of the 1100 people that were screened at the site I was at, 100 were accepted for care.I was asked to pray
with people who came to wait hours in line but were rejected in the end for any
number of reasons. Maybe their blood pressure was too high to safely do
surgery, maybe whatever condition they had was too far advanced for
intervention to be an option, maybe their condition was not bad enough to
warrant the risk of surgery, etc. I so admire those screening nurses who have
to tell people they cannot help them. Yesterday, whenever there was someone who
seemed particularly upset or like they needed comfort they would call me over
and I would pray with them.
I saw some very sad things yesterday.
But I remembered as I was praying with them, for hope in the
midst of severe disappointment- that I truly believe that we do have hope, if
not in this life then in the one to come. Some people had no hope medically
speaking. But with Jesus our hope is never gone. In the local language I work with, we say ‘don’t cut
your hope!’ when someone is very sad. And that saying only finds its true home
in the Gospel.
I am so thankful that Jesus was a Man of Sorrows, that he
knew suffering here on earth, that he can enter into our suffering with us, and
ultimately he will take our suffering from us by having suffered for us on the
cross.