It was dark outside when my alarm went off.
Today was the day that I was having some diagnostic testing done at the hospital.
Having been told to arrive early, I got dressed and ready for the trip.
Walking through the tall, glass doors at the entrance, I took my place at the end of the line that was populated with people in similar circumstances as my own.
I am certain that there were those waiting in line who were dealing with health issues much more serious than what had brought me there.
After the preliminary task of signing virtual "papers," producing an insurance card and also a driver’s license, I was led away to a preparation area, complete with patient beds and scurrying nurses.
As I lay quietly under the pre-warmed blankets, staring at the ceiling and the upper netted portion of the privacy curtain, I became aware of soft music playing through speakers in the room.
I immediately recognized the sound—a nylon stringed acoustic guitar.
As I listened, the music paused.
It was replaced by a man’s voice.
Identifying himself as the president of the hospital, he continued with a message to all patients.
He expressed how sorry he was that our health was such that we had to be in the hospital.
That being said, he wanted us to know that this hospital was different than some.
It was a Christian hospital—-a house of prayer and a place of healing.
Going on, he assured us that there were people connected with the hospital who were praying for us.
I believe the last words of his message were, "Please know that you are being prayed for."
As the music resumed, I pondered his words gratefully.
In all truthfulness, I had not been feeling a lot of apprehension about the procedure I was slated for.
God had calmed my fears.
Yet, the assuring words of the hospital administrator offered even more comfort.
What about all the other hundreds of patients who heard his message?
Those about to go into surgery?
Weary men and women fighting infection and disease?
Mothers about to give birth?
They all must have heard the message, too.
"House of prayer"
"Place of healing"
"You are being prayed for"
I am thankful to God for allowing me to hear those words this morning as I waited.
I am glad that the hospital president was faithful in speaking such words of comfort and encouragement to those who were placed within the care of the facility God has allowed him to oversee.
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.
—2 Corinthians 1:3-4
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