Monday, September 22, 2008

Nursing a Thought

Another thing that I've been learning from Mother Teresa's story is a little more of what it means to be devoted to Jesus. Though her heart was for the poor, to whom she was called, her devotion was to Jesus; it was her dedication to his will that brought her to the poor. I think sometimes in ministry we have to hide the name of Jesus, the "share the gospel always, and when necessary use words" sort of idea. And I buy that, I know the kingdom isn't words, but a place where things happen, where real life happens. If we don't do works our faith is incomplete. The problem though is when we don't speak the name of Jesus in our motivations and prayers and hopes for those we minister to. We forget what we are doing this for.

See for a while I saw me studying nursing almost equal to me being a Christian. So last year when things started going downhill, I felt like my poor grades was just like me being disobedient to God. Like because I wasn't being successful, I was letting God down and falling short of myself. But now I'm beginning to see that my call, my first call is to love and to care about others. So before I'm a nurse, I am a Christian. Nursing is a way for me to care for people, but if for some reason nursing doesn't work out I'll still be able to love and I'll still have hope and I can still be obedient. And I can justify spending time doing other ministry, because ultimately my goal is not to be a nurse, but to minister. It's kind of a 1 Corinthians 13 sort of deal "If I have the gift of nursing and can heal everyone and administer all treatments but have not love, I'm nothing but a doctor's bitch."

Now, I do want to be a good nurse because nursing is a good thing. I once read that the first nurses were those in the early church, and I love that. Actually I kind of have a dream to one day to start a Christian nursing school where we care for those homeless and the people who come over from TJ or something like that. The school would revolve around a hospital and it would be our life. At chapel we'd pray for the sick and meet their families. We'd learn to love, to heal, and to minister. I don't know I'm working on the idea, we'll see what comes of it.

1 comment:

Jeff said...

nicely put. succinct, eloquent, and good use of a well-placed swear word. i think that makes for a fantastic post.