He said: “In my distress I called to the Lord, and he answered me. From the depths of the grave I called for help, and you listened to my cry.”—JONAH 2:2NIV
In the hallway of the nursing home, Amy sat beside Kate, who slumped sideways in her wheelchair.
“Your hair looks nice today,” Amy began. No response.
“Can you hear the music? That is one of your favorite songs.” Silence.
“I have a funny story to tell you…” Still no response.
Amy looked around in embarrassment to see if anyone was watching the one-way conversation.
Kate no longer recognized Amy’s voice, said her name, or squeezed her hand. Most of the time Kate’s eyes were shut. Even when they opened, a bland, dull stare was all that was visible.
What’s the use? Amy thought. I can’t get through to her anymore.
Discouraged, Amy ended the visit in her usual manner, reciting the Lord’s Prayer. Holding Kate’s hand, Amy whispered, “Our Father, who art in heaven…”
Surprisingly, Kate’s weak voice continued, “Hallowed be thy name…”
With tears streaming down her cheek, Amy thought, I can’t get through to you anymore—but God can.