There are everyday heroes in this world. They’re called nurses. Mind you, I’m a little biased: my mother, one of my best friends, and one of my spiritual mentors are all nurses. I was reminded of how much they get taken for granted or at least not given their due nearly enough after spending some time with the NICU nurses over at St. Methodists hospital.

They are caretakers who get attached to the lives of their patients; people who walk alongside the pain of others often during the worst times of their lives. Too often they are unappreciated, understandably so as folks can get so wrapped up in their own pain that they don’t think of those who were there to try and make things better. People don’t think, in the midst of their trials, to look them in the eye and say “thank you”. They don’t work for hospitals or doctors; they work for you, their charges.

Our gratitude should come from knowing that they are frontline soldiers in a war of pain and suffering. The world we live in is a broken one full of the kind of tragedies that we don’t have explanations for. We may ask the “why?”s when it comes to such things, but the answer more times than not comes in the form of people being God’s hands of comfort. Theirs is more than a job; it’s a calling (much like teachers).

They do it because invest themselves sacrificially in the lives of others. They do it, without thanks, because they are crusaders in their own way, using medicine as their sword, work in the trenches of man’s inhumanity to man, day after day, without any rounds of applause. They join in God’s mission to be a blessing to the world. That is what redemption is all about. Bring reconciliation and healing to this world.

So this is dedicated to those women and men of St. Methodists. We salute you, thank you, and continue to ask God’s blessing for you all.

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