“There shall be showers of blessing;
This is the promise of love;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
Sent from the Savior above.
Showers of blessing.
Showers of blessing we need;
Mercy drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead.”
We closed worship this morning singing that song. We had just been told that the three year old son of one of our nurses had died Saturday evening. After the song Mr. Fobbie, our administrator, told us about the funeral arrangements.
I had seen him Thursday afternoon in consult, to do an ultrasound. Seems that he had not urinated since Monday. His mom carried him into my office and he lay quietly on the table while I did the ultrasound. That was bad sign number one, normal three year olds don’t lay still on an exam table, they kick and scream. Numbers 2, 3 and 4 were the lack of urine in his bladder, his huge kidneys and the fluid in his abdomen. All together they told me this kid was in big trouble, a hemoglobin and malaria test and urinalysis were not going to make the diagnosis for me, and in any case we have no treatment for renal failure.
Dr. Koroma suggested sending him to a pediatrician in Freetown when I gave him the ultrasound results, and I heartily agreed. Friday afternoon he urinated, and Saturday morning he was transferred into Freetown and Saturday evening he passed off (died).
This afternoon we went to his funeral. I have been to several wakes in Africa, where one just visits the family, but this was my first funeral. In many respects, it was very similar to an American Adventist funeral, but with some definite African twists, for instance starting three and a half hours late, and it was held outside behind the little boy’s house. But, food was served while we waited for the arrival of the casket, there was praying and singing, and encouraging words about God’s love and care and our hope of the resurrection, and yes, lots of crying. The hardest thing was seeing his 5 year old cousin screaming and crying, “Cousin, come back; Cousin, come back.”, when he saw the casket for the first time.
In October, the wife of our cashier was brought in unconscious and all swollen after delivering her baby at home. We don’t have OB yet, so the family chose traditional over the government maternity center. My guess is she had eclampsia and crashed after delivery. She died shortly after coming in to the hospital, leaving our cashier a widower with two older children and a newborn. He faithfully comes to work everyday. Bekki thinks he has lost weight, I am not so sure. His expression has not changed in the 8 months we have been here, before or after the death of his wife. I have never seen him smile.
We have a staff of 45 employees, and two of them lost immediate, young family members in the last 2 months. And we nearly lost our head nurse in September. And this morning we sang, “Showers of Blessing.” I don’t know anybody who would equate these losses with “Showers of Blessing.”
Death is universal in this world, it is not unique to Sierra Leone, Tchad, or anyplace in West Africa. And it causes pain and anguish among the living whenever and wherever it strikes. These stories are not unique, in fact I bet pretty everyone reading this has lost a child or spouse, or is close to someone who did. But none of that makes it any easier.
This quarter in our Sabbath School classes (same as Sunday School only on Saturday for the Seventh-day Adventists in the group) we are studying the book of Job and the question of human suffering. And after nine weeks the conclusion I have come to is that there is no good answer. There is nothing you can say to a mother who lost her only child or a husband who finds himself alone with a newborn. There is no explanation, no “greater good”, no “cosmic purpose”, no “reason”. And saying that “God wanted them,” doesn’t sound that great either. It just makes God out to be some selfish Being Who wants a bigger harem of angels.
A point was brought out this week that if a reason or excuse for the evil that exists in this world could be found, then it’s existence would be justified, and it would cease to be evil. There is no reason, no excuse for evil or death. (Great Controversy pp. 492, 493)
It was brought out today at the funeral that Paul admonishes us to “In everything give thanks.” Really? I had never heard that text used at a funeral before. How do you give thanks for the death of a three year old? How do you sing about showers of blessings before announcing his funeral?
I don’t think you do. I don’t think you give thanks that an innocent just lost his life. I think you give thanks that Jesus conquered death on the cross. I think you give thanks that God accepts us as we are, and accepts the death of Jesus as payment for our sins. I think you give thanks that Jesus is coming back and that He promised to raise our loved ones back to life. I think you give thanks that Jesus promised to restore us to the perfect state of pre-fall Eden. I think you give thanks for the eternal life He promises.
Those are the showers of blessing that fall around us all the time while our hearts are breaking at the evil and death we see in this world. “Even so, come Lord Jesus.” (Revelation 22:20)
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