There are moments in life that one will never forget.

Last week, I experienced one of them.

Driving home, I received a call from my husband that made my heart stop. A paramedic had just called to say they were rushing our daughter to hospital by ambulance.  The rest was a blur. I only remember his calm instructions to drive home, safely, and pick him up. Once home, he took over the wheel and we sped to the hospital. After being warded for 2 nights, my daughter was back to normal. A diabetic, she had mismanaged her sugar intake and needed to be hospitalized.

In times like these, where the wellbeing of a loved one is at stake, to say my husband and I were grateful would be an understatement. We stormed heaven, pleading with God to keep her safe. How grateful we are that He did, and that He does.

We prayed that the paramedics in the ambulance would be fast and skillful in providing her the medical care while on the way to the hospital. We got to the hospital before them, in time to see how efficient they were in dealing with her.

We prayed that the doctors and nurses knew what to do to take her out of danger’s way. We watched as they moved around the children’s emergency room, navigating other worried parents there. There were children in casts, babies who couldn’t breathe, wailing infants and others like my daughter, lying weak and bewildered. There was much to do, but they attended to each quickly and professionally.

But beyond providing competent medical care, the thing I will always remember is the kindness with which each medical professional dealt with us parents. I remember the first doctor I ran into in the emergency room, and asked if my daughter had arrived. I was breathless, stammering, and unable to complete my sentences. He took one look at me, stopped whatever he was doing, told me everything will be ok, and asked me to follow him to where he could check the admissions. My daughter arrived a few minutes after that, but I will never forget his kindness. There were also the doctors and nurses who were not only gentle with our daughter, but also with us the worried parents. A nurse who volunteers with the diabetic teen group, recognized my daughter’s name on the admission list, and made sure she came by to check on her. What a comfort it was knowing she was there.

There were so many instances of kindness and generosity over that weekend, bringing me back to Jesus and how much gratitude he must have evoked in the people he touched, healing them not only for their physical ailments, but giving peace and comfort to troubled hearts. It reminded me that if these medical personnel, mere human beings, could lend such generosity of spirit, what more our mighty God.

It took me back to my favourite passage in the bible, Luke 8, 43-48, when a woman who was subject to bleeding for 12 years, timidly touched the edge of Jesus’s cloak as he passed and was instantly healed.

“And Jesus said, who touched me? When all denied, Peter and they that were with him said, Master, the multitude throngs thee and presses thee, and sayest thou, who touched me?
46 And Jesus said, somebody hath touched me: for I perceive that virtue is gone out of me.
47 And when the woman saw that she was not hid, she came trembling, and falling down before him, she declared unto him before all the people for what cause she had touched him, and how she was healed immediately.

48 And he said unto her, Daughter, be of good comfort: thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace.”

What an eye-opener this passage was for me about healing. It made me realize that God’s healing is always there to touch and claim, if we chose to. I used to think that God would heal only if He thought one was deserving. It turns out, his healing energy flows freely, and indiscriminately, to anyone who reaches out in faith. How liberating to learn this! I guess that’s why Jesus also says, “Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. (Mark 11, 24-25).

I have always made the sign of the cross whenever I see an ambulance rushing along the road with its sirens on. Today, that sight brings an extra lurch to my heart. But thankfully, it is quickly followed by the peaceful knowledge that God’s healing hovers over the speeding vehicle, waiting to be dispensed by kind hands and hearts.






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