Happy Easter, All! Happy Easter, Y'all!
Today is "THE" reason why we embrace our Christian faith, the very essence of our belief. The birth of Jesus Christ and His ultimate death by crucifixion are key to our faith, but the resurrection is the most significant event that sets us apart from other religions. Through Christ's death and resurrection, we see the promise fulfilled. As our pastor said a couple of years ago at an Easter service, "Christmas is the promise; Easter is the proof!" Jesus suffered death upon the cross to pay for our sins and by his resurrection, we are promised eternal life with Him. Therefore, we joyfully exclaim, "Hallelujah! Christ is risen!"
Today is "THE" reason why we embrace our Christian faith, the very essence of our belief. The birth of Jesus Christ and His ultimate death by crucifixion are key to our faith, but the resurrection is the most significant event that sets us apart from other religions. Through Christ's death and resurrection, we see the promise fulfilled. As our pastor said a couple of years ago at an Easter service, "Christmas is the promise; Easter is the proof!" Jesus suffered death upon the cross to pay for our sins and by his resurrection, we are promised eternal life with Him. Therefore, we joyfully exclaim, "Hallelujah! Christ is risen!"
Easter holds another significance for our family as well. As many of you know, Easter of 2005 fell just two weeks after Jonathon's hospitalization at Grady. The date was March 27, to be exact. In that two week period we experienced some intense lows and well as some profound highs, but in an effort to maintain as much normalcy as possible, our sweet families descended on the ICU waiting room with a traditional Shaw/Clark feast so that we could at least be together on this most holy of Christian celebrations. We were (and still are) overwhelmed at their thoughtfulness and love in wanting to share the day with us as we had done so many Easters prior. In true Southern fashion, there was enough food to feed the entire waiting room, and in equally true Southern hospitality (who doesn't love that about the South?), anyone and everyone who was there on that day in 2005 was invited to join us. In the midst of so many unknowns, one thing was clear: we were family and together, we would get through anything. Since then, we've been tested and while the outcome hasn't always been what we would have desired, we've had to trust in our Lord and affirm that when one of us feels too weak to carry on, we have a loving family support system to gently urge us along. As difficult as it gets, we know without question that we are not alone.
From that selfless act by our families on Easter of 2005, we determined that we would "pay it forward" to those who find themselves sitting in the ICU waiting room at Grady on Easter Sunday. While our offering is meager compared to the elaborate spread that we shared in March of '05, our intent is to let those family members know that they are not forgotten--that we understand what it is like to be spending their Easter in a less-than-cozy hospital waiting room. For the past seven years, we've taken gift bags filled with snacks, personal care items, notebooks, activity books, etc. as tokens of our concerns. (We were actually out of town last year on Easter, so made our trip on Mother's Day instead.) Although I admit that even after this many years, I feel a small sense of appreciation as we pull out of the driveway to take our gift bags, we ALWAYS return home with a great sense of joy at having shared a few moments of our lives simply listening to those we meet there. Today was no different.
After a beautiful church service this morning, David, Jon, and I returned home to assemble the bags and make our trip. Knowing how many bags to make is always a guessing game, but as is so like God and His perfect provision, we seem to always have enough! This year, we took 15 bags and guess what? It was a perfect number! (After delivering the bags and sharing stories with the families in the waiting room, we had ONE bag left and decided that it would be just perfect for the little man who sat at the Information desk. You should have seen his face light up! It was really cute that he got so excited over such a small token.) The patient stories we've heard over the years have ranged from automobile/motorcycle accidents to gunshot wounds to brain injuries and strokes to heart attacks. Ironically, each of the stories we heard today had something to do with head trauma, brain injury, or stroke, with patient ages ranging from 37 upward. The common thread among them all is that no matter what circumstance brought their loved one to Grady, they are all praying for a miracle. What we've learned, too, is that everybody has a story. They just want it to be heard and know that someone, somewhere cares and that, above all else, there is hope. We try to convey to them that while we don't know WHY things happen, we believe in the power of prayer and will be praying for their loved one (and for them). Having Jon with us is proof that miracles happen and offers such encouragement to these precious families. We never want to offer false hope, but what we DO want to offer is encouragement and yes, hope--hope that no matter what their journey brings, they, too, will get through it. Won't you take a moment each day to praise God for the miracles in your life and ask His presence and healing for those in need? You will be blessed beyond measure.
"As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." - Joshua 24:15
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." - Jeremiah 29:11
