
More on Practicing What I Didn’t Get to Teach in BC
Through two previous posts–JOMO NOT FOMO and JOMO AND THE GOLDEN RULE, I promised to recount my “Golden Rule Joy” encounter with my Idaho hospital roommate. Time to deliver.
Both nights of my stay at Kootenai Health I enjoyed the “delights” of a so-called semi-private room. Two beds jammed side-by-side into a smallish space with only a flimsy draw curtain between occupants makes for relative visual privacy only. You overhear just about any and everything going on with your roomie ALL NIGHT LONG. So much for HIPAA compliance. No one sleeps particularly well in a hospital given all that must occur for patient care. I get that. But when your first night partner never turns off his TV to boot–well prospects for any decent rest suffer a nearly insurmountable challenge.
Night number two brought a glimmer of hope for a better night’s sleep. Roommate #1 got moved elsewhere, somewhere around 9 PM. Hallelujah! I prayed. Lord, please don’t let them wheel a newbie in here until tomorrow. I’m so tired. I’m sick with pneumonia. I need my rest. Have mercy on me, Father! And the Lord heard my prayer. He quickly answered with a resounding No.
By midnight roommate #2 arrived intermittently hacking, coughing, and cursing up a storm. I kid you not. Within the first fifteen minutes of entering the room, the man blasphemed the name of the Lord Jesus Christ a total of three different times. Not only that, within minutes of getting situated in his bed, he turned on his TV and you guessed it–left it on ALL NIGHT LONG. Good grief. Things went from bad to worse just like that. I lay there a mixture of emotion stewing over such inconsiderate treatment by a fellow human being.
Just then began my JOMO learning experience. The Lord brought to mind the Golden Rule in Matthew 7:12: “So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets.” I asked myself this question. If the circumstances were reversed, what would I wish my roommate would do for me? The answer came lightning fast. Pray for me! So, by God’s grace and with the Spirit’s help, I immediately traded my complaining, unthankful spirit, for a prayerful and merciful one. I had no idea what potentially life-threatening illness the man faced nor how serious his condition. A wave of compassion swelled within me and I prayed for his body and his soul. God prevented my teaching the Golden Rule in a church camp in Canada so I might learn something about practicing the Golden Rule in a hospital in Idaho. Welcome to JOMO.
The next morning Jan and I overheard doctors talking with my roommate about his head and neck cancer. He faced surgery that day to place a peg tube in his side to meet his nutritional needs while undergoing treatment to his throat. Hearing all that jumped my compassion quotient to an even higher level given my own tongue cancer story. When the doctors left, I snagged the opportunity to peek around the curtain. I introduced my survivor self. I told him and his wife how I felt strangely moved in the night to pray for him and now I knew why. Unfortunately, there was no time to share the gospel with him. I did however encourage him that I would continue to pray for him from afar.
Who knows how the Lord might use such a small thing to do a greater thing in Steve’s heart? I covet your prayers with me for him, if he comes to mind. Thank you!











