I did my best to visit but Her memory was thin And she kept asking if I knew When she’d go home again
“What difference can I make?” I asked and slumped down in my chair “In just an hour or so she will Not know that I was there”
So, I slipped out of the doorway Hoping that perhaps I’d find The answers to the questions Parading through my mind
After I walked a mile the rain Began to fall and I Started looking for a shelter Underneath a tree nearby
There clinging to its highest branch Stood a cardinal and he When he saw me started singing In his cheery joyful glee
And His melodies brought memories Like echoes from a well Reminding me of promises That I only knew too well
Of my Savior and His passion And the cross He chose to bear To pay the price so high and deep Before I knew Him there
"… to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God." Ephesians 3:18b-19 NIV
I am dedicating this poem to the memory of my precious stepmom Amy, (pictured in the feature photo with my dad.) Amy battled Parkinson’s Disease for the last 6 years of her life and passed away in 2004. Though the scene in “Before I Knew Him There” is an imaginary composite, it is one that I see a bit of every week as I visit in the memory care wing of a local facility. I also dedicate this little poem to all those whose loved ones are passing through the veil of memory loss, or who are perhaps beginning that journey themselves.
Psalm 68:5 ESV Father of the fatherless and protector of widows is God in his holy habitation.
As I walked up yesterday, I saw Norma’s hands pressed against the glass door panels of the memory care ward. She stòod there looking out and wondering if anyone would open the door for her again, as they did when she was young and lovely. But now, the door is locked. She cannot leave, nor can anyone enter without being buzzed in. There is little fresh air, no place to walk in a garden, no bench to sit at in a park, nor any birds to feed. There are just two hallways, an activity space with a television and a small lunch room. Visitors are few and the staff is often overwhelmed both mentally and physically. But God remembers. He knows her name, her heart and every sorrow. He came to earth not only for the strong, the young and comfortable. He came because He remembered all the Norma’s, and offered Himself as a friend and a Father, who has counted every hair and then gave His life on the cross for us all.
Jesus replied with a story: “A Jewish man was traveling from Jerusalem down to Jericho, and he was attacked by bandits. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him up, and left him half dead beside the road. “By chance a priest came along. But when he saw the man lying there, he crossed to the other side of the road and passed him by. A Temple assistant walked over and looked at him lying there, but he also passed by on the other side. “Then a despised Samaritan came along, and when he saw the man, he felt compassion for him. Going over to him, the Samaritan soothed his wounds with olive oil and wine and bandaged them. Then he put the man on his own donkey and took him to an inn, where he took care of him. Luke 10:30NLT
Recently, in our community, an elderly man with dementia, wandered from his home at night and ended up lying down to sleep on some nearby railroad tracks. Too often, stories like his end in tragedy, but thanks to the family’s call to the sheriff’s department, and an aviation unit with night vision cameras, he was found and brought safely home. I thank God for the good news in this story, but his case reminds me that there are millions more who need our help. Though it may feel hopeless, pointless and just plain inconvenient, their lives are an opportunity for us to love our neighbors, like both the Hillsborough Sheriff’s department and the good Samaritan.
First, both the Samaritan and the deputies, remind us that every person is worth finding. No one should be left by the side of the road alone. Too often we, spend time praying for God to help us serve Him, yet pass right by people He leaves directly in our path. Secondly, they spared no resources in their search You might say, “Well they had a helicopter, an ambulance and a team of paramedics, how can I help?” Well the Samaritan had only oil, wine and a donkey, and he got the job done! When we use what we have, God has a funny way of making it be enough, (remember those 5 loaves and 2 fish?) Last of all, the Samaritan had compassion for the man. He was different in every way, culturally, racially and in his religion, but he treated Him as a neighbor.
Is there a family you know, with a loved one who battles with dementia, Parkinson’s or Alzheimer’s disease? Maybe you could start getting to know them. Say hello over the backyard fence, offer your services to sit with their loved one while they go to the store or leave your phone number to be called in an emergency. Every situation and every person has a different set of needs. If you don’t personally know someone, there is very likely a facility near you that would love to have more people willing to visit. You can bring cards for Easter, Mother’s and Father’s Day or drop off a small gift basket for the weary staff, who care for them 24/7. According to the CDC there are currently 5.8 million people in the United States who have been diagnosed with either Alzheimer’s or some other form of dementia. Thank God for first responders of all types who intervene daily, in helping people, just like our local man. But the truth of the matter is that the job is too big for just the police, fire department and paramedics to handle. We as God’s people must be willing to come close, see them with eyes of compassion and do what we can with what we have to help. I have posted the link below, if you would like to check out our local news story for yourself.
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