SAMUEL JACKSON

"Wow, it's a special day, isn't it?" I said, remembering. You may remember last year's post telling of a family that visited my Dad in a nursing home in 2014. The young lady, Norimi Jackson, in the middle nearest Daddy is now terminally ill and in hospice care, and Sunday, it was her son Sammy, returned from Bible College training in the U.S, who preached for us.

I could see Joycie was thinking hard, wanted to be as accurate as possible. Altho' Samuel Jackson knows Japanese, he felt all his "Church Life" experience was in English, and Joyce does have after all, over 40 years' experience working in the church, so he asked if she would interpret for his message!

Please pray for your missionaries...not just the usual requests like leading souls to salvation, but sometimes the very real struggles like interpreting too!

Hospital, Hospice, House of Prayer, Hope

Remember the family that visited Daddy in my Jan. 7 post--only the mother and daughter were Christians at first.  

This year, however, it was Norimi the daughter my sister Joyce visited in hospice. She has had cancer for a few years. Back in 2016, when she was healthy, her father was not ready for eternity. But now, Norimi can go Home knowing that she can meet both parents there someday.

We had thought of using Mt. Olive hospice for Daddy. Some of my most precious memories of Daddy are when Joyce and I took turns watching him through the night. I mean, he was asleep, so it wasn't "for show" when he clasped his hands together and asked God to glorify Himself through his body.

And he begged God to be merciful to the patient in the next bed suffering terribly. Some patients woke up to greater, relentless pain in hellfire...I didn't want to think about that reality. (Euthanasia really doesn't solve everything, I realized clearly during those vigils.)

I hate to end this post on such a negative note. Can I tie it in somehow to the fact that the 2 hospice visitors were in Sat.'s "Esther-Kai" ladies' group? Maybe like Esther, with darkness, deceit, and death all around us, God would use us as emissaries of Hope...what an unthinkable honor!