It was hospital ministry week. I was finally excited to do
something different. Go and encourage those who were sick. I had no idea what I
would be seeing.
 
I stepped into the hospital and the smell first hit my nose.
It wasn’t the smell of a clean American hospital. It was the smell of dirt,
urine and other fluids. I immediately remembered that I really
don’t like hospitals that much, much less third world hospitals.
 
I was in a group of three. We walked into the first room.
These rooms had 8 beds in them with very little moving space. It was a basic
metal frame bed you would find in any home. No special moving beds, no comfort.
The pillows and sheets looked like they were used for years and years. Holes,
stains and mold
covered the patients that were cuddled up.
 
The walls were covered in dirt. Red and yellow dried drips
also lined the walls; I can only guess what they were. Each patient had a urine
bag that just was lying on the floor. Many of them leaking with urine covering
many parts of the floor.
 
 
Ants lined the walls bed frames and sinks. One man resting
came out from under his sheets to flick, what looked like a huge cricket, off
his arm. These patients have no monitors, food, water, IVS, or a nurse to
help them
. Many are left in there beds to stay sick. Many that come to this
hospital and really can’t afford to pay for it. It makes me think of how many
people out there worse but sick at home.
 
Our teams have heard many stories of people coming for
stomach problems only to get worse because of lack of care. Many patients are
unable to eat or keep food down and you can tell. Their arms and legs are so
small you can see the bones. All they need is an IV but they aren’t available.
I walk the hospital corridors and pray for patients, all the while my spirit is
going off.
 
This isn’t right.
 
When you go to a hospital you are suppose to get better.
These are the sick; they need help and proper care. But they don’t get it. The
very conditions of the room could make them sicker than they came in. TB
patients in a room with 7 other people that have open wounds.
 
I have seen so much injustice over the past 7 months but
nothing has ever effected me like seeing this hospital. This is a huge
injustice.
I see how lucky we are. We go to the hospital and get better. It
is clean and you get the proper medicine. We have the billions of dollars that
it takes to have a good hospital. And it sucks because I can’t do much but
pray. I don’t have the billions of dollars to give.
 
I don’t know if I am called to do anything. Maybe the Lord
just wanted me to see this. But maybe, just maybe you are called to go
and make a difference for these people.
 
So Pray.