Pulling the World Toward Love
Pulling the World Toward Love “Can you come pray for a man who is dying?” a nurse from a nearby hospital asked. “He won’t last much longer.” After I agr eed, she explained the sit uation. “The patient is dying of AIDS, and his family does not want his partner in the room.” Fresh out of seminary, I was ill equipped for the moment. Nothing in the ivory tower of academia had prepared me for what was about to happen. When I stepped off the hospital elevator, I found the man’s partner doubled over in a chair wailing in grief. I thought perhaps the AIDS patient had already died. I was wrong. The patient was alive, but the man sobbing in the hallway had no legal right to enter his room. After introducing myself, I sat down while he sobbed into his knees. Fumbling and awkward, I confess that my silent pleas for God's help were mixed with regret that I had picked up the phone. In hindsight, I realize that the call was a tremendous gift. In a few moments, those tw...