"I
the LORD search the heart and examine the mind, to reward each person according
to their conduct, according to what their deeds deserve." – Jeremiah 17:10
(NIV)
The loud waves of laughter came flooding the entire room
inside the Infirmary. As one quietly whispered and read what was written from a
sick call request from one of what seemed like thousands of sick call requests
put in by inmates. Each request always sounded with urgency though most of the
time, each case had no life threatening issues. Their way of trying to be seen
and be on top of the sick call list each morning. So that the day nurse going
to their units would try to see them.
“Ewww…Gross…” one uttered as more laughter ensued.
A couple of custody staff hanging around with 2 younger
nurses remained talking all night long as the night nurse supervisor had been
away for her vacation. Paired with the rare quiet shift, each slow minute was
being used as an advantage for that loud, fun tryst.
“When you have something that smells fishy, that is a
problem…” quickly, one uttered to fuel the fires of laughter that never
stopped.
I chose to close my ears. My eyes. My mind. My heart.
Quietly working in a distant corner away from the throng, I chose to help the
medical secretary as there was no one to be seen nor a doctor’s order to be
carried out. I knew. They were all watching. They were all wondering.
Why I never joined their conversation. Only speaking when
asked.
Because…I chose to…
As my heart grew sadder. With what I had been smelling all
night long. I didn’t want to laugh because there was something more sickening
that all the gross sick call requests submitted.
How many times I had heard about the fishy relationships
that abound? The back stabbing? The rumors being swirled and being fanned which
might not be true? The lies put out to save someone’s wrong? To pretend that
the whole group was walking in integrity and had been working hard when it was
only a façade for some?
I couldn’t laugh. Because what that inmate’s plea for
treatment for something that smelled awful couldn’t be worse than what smelled
in this department.
Adultery. Fornication. Thefts. False witness. Evil thoughts.
Slanders.
Those things smell awful. They reek. Due to someone’s foolishness…
Sins…
My
wounds fester and are loathsome because of my sinful folly. – Psalm 38:5 (NIV)
You,
God, know my folly; my guilt is not hidden from you. – Psalm 69:5 (NIV)
God
would surely have known it, for he knows the secrets of every heart. – Psalm 44:21
(NLT)
You
know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. – Psalm 139:2
(NIV)
It is amazing that words can cause such damage. People speak but don't realize their impact on others. You're so right. The inmates were trying to get to the top of the sick list to be seen and heard. The staff was no better as their words spoke loudly of ridicule.
ReplyDeleteI pray for you as you return each work day to a place that must be so hard. And yet every time I visit and your blog, I can't help but see amd fee the love of Jesus. You continue to bring light to a very dark place.
Blessings and love to you sweet sister,
Debbie