Friday, April 06, 2012
Final Prayers at the Bedside
I told her I was honored with the request and we we headed down to the hospice room. To all indications, the resident was comatose. But I also know that sometimes, even in such cases as this, there's a lot more awareness than what is imagined. So before I prayed for the person, I introduced myself and spoke to them of the cross, God's love and heaven. And then I prayed aloud for awhile. Then a little bit more conversation and a final prayer.
The family wasn't in the facility right then but I was joined in the room with the nursing home officer and a nurse. It was an emotional experience for all of us. But it was an important moment too -- perhaps in ways we'll not know until we cross the Jordan ourselves.
Later in the evening, after returning from another hospital visit, I received an e-mail from the nursing home officer thanking me again for helping out. She also wanted me to know how pleased the family was, especially since the resident had passed away about 20 minutes after I had left.
"When Swing Was King" is sometimes about a lot more than music.