Without Love

"Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven. – Luke 6:37 (NIV)

“They kept demanding an answer, so he stood up again and said, "All right, but let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone!" – John 8:7 (NLT) 

“Don't let anyone capture you with empty philosophies and high-sounding nonsense that come from human thinking and from the spiritual powers of this world, rather than from Christ.” – Colossians 2:8 (NLT)

“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.” – 1 Corinthians 13:1 (NIV)

“Ms. N! Go through that door!” I called the inmate the deputy escorted down to the Clinic to be evaluated for her complaint of right wrist pain after falling from her bunk bed.

“Not yet! Rcubes!” hollered one of our medical secretaries as she pointed to the deputy talking with the Infirmary Deputy and motioned me to follow her as she needed to tell me something before seeing her.

“Just want to warn you, nurse. That she always complain about something. When she said she fell and hurt her wrist, I don’t see anything wrong with it. She’s that type who always wants something. I don’t want to do an injury report if I don’t have to,” she added.

“No problem. But it doesn’t hurt to take a look at it. Because we don’t want anything to come back to you and I just in case something gets worse. Because other problems don’t show until much later,” I replied.

She was young. Her long hair dangling as she moved forward toward the chair I told her to sit on. Everything was normal. Including her wrist. She thanked me. I showed her how ready I was to deal with any possible problem by having the cold ice pack ready. The Motrin for pain. And the flexible wrap to wrap her wrist with. But I didn’t need to give any of those. 

She was moving her wrist well. There was no swelling. There was no deformity. She never winced nor grimaced at any time. 

I sent her back to her unit with a reminder…That she could always seek help from us. In case, something might get worse. Any symptom. She thanked me. The deputy sighed with relief that she didn’t need to do any injury report.

I did my job not as a nurse. But as a Christian believer. Yes, a follower of Christ. Knowing that what His Word said, there was no bias in Him. I am not to judge whether someone has true injuries or not. 

Because it goes the same deep within. From their hearts. I am not to judge who’s got a broken heart or not. Because in reality, everyone needs help. And it’s only the healing from Christ alone that can help that heart heals. 

It is His Word that helps me deal with things that come in my way not only at my work but everywhere I go. It is good to ask myself, “What would Jesus do?” I know what Jesus does always come with love. 

Love that is…patient…Kind… Does not envy… Does not boast…It isn’t proud… Doesn’t dishonor others… Not self-seeking… Not easily angered… It keeps no record of wrongs… Love that does not delight in evil but rejoices in truth…

Always protects… Always hopes… Always perseveres…(1 Corinthians 13)

“What would you do?”