Sometimes people wait too long to get to the hospital for treatment, sometimes they don’t follow their meds and treatment schedule, and sometimes the sickness is just plain incurable. No matter the details leading up to death from disease, the journey is painful. We just carried a young man with terminal liver disease back home so he could pass away in familiar surroundings, with all of his family and friends nearby. He was too weak to sit up, so we created a bed in the back of Cones’ truck. Problem is, neither Cones’ nor our pick-up has a bed long enough for a person to lie comfortably in, not even diagonally because of the wheel wells. So S’s feet were sticking out, on the lowered tailgate, while his brothers sat beside him for the trip home, quite a comical picture if the circumstances were not so serious. It reminded me of a Dr. Seuss character whose feet stuck out of bed at night. The guards at the borders waved us through without any of the normal red tape for crossing, for which we were thankful. Kim helped carry S from the truck to his house, and they settled him in with some quiet tears and prayers. We all continue to carry him in our hearts. S is a Muslixm, and does not know the Messiah, and this breaks our hearts. Please keep praying for the God of love to reveal himself to these friends, please help us to carry Sali.
I’m finally able to do internet after a dry spell, and I am again in the town across the river. We passed Sali’s house on the way and discovered that he passed away, yesterday, Aug. 3rd, leaving a young wife and 6 children. Please help carry his grieving family in your prayers with us.
