Recently I had to get a health screening. It wasn’t anything serious, just routine tests for blood pressure, cholesterol, and glucose levels.
I did have to fast the night before though. Isn’t it funny how “don’t eat anything after nine o’clock” seems like such a huge sacrifice? I mean, that should probably be the rule every night, right?!
Anyway, the morning of the tests, I left my house in what I thought was plenty of time. I don’t generally go in that direction, and traffic was far worse than I anticipated.
About halfway through the drive, I realized I was going to be late, and I wasn’t too happy about it. I had stopped and started on the interstate about three times and had been cut off by other cars more than that. None of this was good for my impending blood pressure test.
I arrived only about 5 minutes late, but late nonetheless, with my heart rate elevated. (My wife works in a dental office, so I know the value of being on time as a patient!)
I hustled through the doors and signed in.
“I can’t stand a pen with no cap,” a voice said.
“Me either,” I replied as I looked up. “I don’t know what it is, but something just doesn’t feel right without it.”
The voice came from the nurse that was about to perform my tests. She kept chatting with me as she took me back. I quickly forgot that I was late and had just a touch of road rage.
Everything was going well until she needed to draw blood. (I don’t like needles. I really don’t like needles.)
I always look away during that part, and on that day, for some strange reason, I started humming. That’s right…humming. I was humming the tune of “Jesus Loves Me” to be exact. (Yes, I’m a grown man. Don’t judge me!)
Just for laughs picture that for a second. I’m sitting down with my head facing right and my eyes closed…she’s on my left drawing blood…while I hum.
At this point there was no doubt she knew I was a little anxious. A few moments later, she leaned a little closer to me…patted me on the arm and said, “Yes, He does.”
I grinned sheepishly. I knew I had been exposed. (I was also glad that meant we were finished with the needles!)
After that, it hit me that she had been trying to make me comfortable from the time I walked into the office.
She was simply letting her light shine. And, she didn’t wait to find out if we had anything in common before engaging me in conversation. In fact, we were different sexes, races, and about three generations apart in age.
You know, that’s how I want to be…kind and loving in general to anyone and everyone that crosses my path.
I’m pretty sure that’s the way Jesus intended us to be. He didn’t say love your neighbor after you’ve evaluated all of their beliefs and opinions on everything you find important. He simply said, “Love your neighbor as yourself.”
I’m sure that nurse sees about a hundred patients per day and my little concert is long gone from her memory, but that little pat will stay with me…it will serve as a reminder of His love and how we should always share it with others.
When the screening was completely finished, she handed me a paper to sign along with a pen that did not have a cap on it.
“I can’t use this!” I said.