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Spiritual Reflections
Well, I sang "I'm Walking the Floor Over You," the rest of the night. Tamale is not a good place to have a serious illness. At 6 a.m. we went looking for help. Our first choice was the Seventh Day Adventist Clinic, but we found no one there. Peggy and I had Lansah take us to the regional hospital, looking for a shot of Demerol. The regional hospital is the largest building in Tamale, and at a distance, it is impressive, but up close, with its broken windows and generally un-kept appearance, that picture fades. They would not give me a shot unless I was admitted as a patient, so in desperation I agreed. The next thing I knew I had a catheter, and a shot, but no relief. I was in an open ward. Everything was dirty. There were no sheets on the vinylcovered mattresses. The windows were open, with no screens. The toilet did not work, and there was a smell. Having received my shot, I asked to be discharged, but they said that I could not be discharged until I saw a doctor. It was a little after 7 o'clock and the doctor was scheduled to be there at 8. We waited, and waited and waited. At 10:30 I told the nurse that at 11 o'clock I would remove the catheter, and discharge myself. At 10:45 a Cuban doctor appeared, and we were out of there. Throughout the ordeal, I remembered the message God had given me Saturday. It was about Joseph. God was with him in a pit, pursued by Potiphar's wife, in prison, and in Pharaoh's palace. The message came, time and again, "the Lord was with Joseph."
He was with us too. When things look bad, look up, to the God who rolled the stone away, and I'll see you in church.
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