Every deputy. Every medical staff. Knew him. Yes…One of our
worst manipulative diabetic who was always upset with his treatment. Knowing
what to do when he wanted to make those unnecessary trips to the county’s ER.
Only to refuse the doctor’s treatment as soon as he got there.
“I don’t want to stay there. Are you going to give me my
bedtime insulin?”
The deputies, growing tired of hearing his whining wanted
him to just shut up and I could feel the heavy air. Of annoyance married with
hidden anger. Steadily growing as this particular inmate wanted to show that he
was unstoppable. And that he knew he didn’t belong in the prison. He didn’t
deserve it. Despite the crimes he committed.
“You’re asking me?” I uttered back as an answer to his
question.
“If you know you refused your insulin in the evening and
then you ate your dinner and the bedtime snack after, you know your sugar is
sky rocket high right now. The nurse wants to give your bedtime dose anyway
except we needed to consult the doctor and he wanted to see you for your very
high sugar level. That was the only reason why they needed to take you to ER.
Do you think it was necessary?”
“I know whatever they’ll do will mess me up. Just give me my
insulin. You’re gonna’ give it, right?”
“Here…”
I handed him a couple of syringes that had the amount of two
types of insulin he needed.
“Thank you…” he uttered. Feeling confident he won again.
That he could control his diabetes. The way he wanted it managed. By himself.
He got up and lifted the chain a bit that was wrapped around
his waist as he put his cuffed hands together. Smiling at the 2 deputies
escorting him, he slowly took a step as his tan sandals make its way toward the
metal door.
“By the way…” I hollered…
“No one is messing you up. You’re the one messing yourself
up…You know that your treatment is available. But you never comply…Not until
you have faith in what the medical staff does to help you, of course,
everything is going to mess you up!” I warned.
The deputies smiled at me. He didn’t look back. Amazing that
the retort I was expecting from his smart mouth didn’t happen. I knew…I would
see him again…Not until he believed in the care being given by medical staff,
he would remain doubting… He always demanded…When everything was already
graciously provided.
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Thomas…The Doubter…
Who didn’t believe with Jesus’ coming back to life. Wanted proof. And Jesus
allowed him. He didn’t leave him in his state of unbelief. The wounds Thomas
touched did not only prove Jesus’ return to life but ended up touching his
unbelief…That he exclaimed…
“My
Lord and my God…” (John 20:28)
And there is a warning
given to all… That if one is faithless…then he is Christless…graceless…hopeless…joyless…
But what hope awaits for those who believe and trust in Jesus…
Then
Jesus told him, "Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are
those who have not seen and yet have believed." – John 20:29
My God, You are the unchanging love
My
God, Your heart sends hope from above
The Great Creator, Beautiful Savior
I've been redeemed
There is life now from Your victory
You are my God (You are my God) – (Chorus, “My God” by Jeremy Camp)
The Great Creator, Beautiful Savior
I've been redeemed
There is life now from Your victory
You are my God (You are my God) – (Chorus, “My God” by Jeremy Camp)
