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saved. But she would not allow me to cross her threshold because of her rebellion against what
she thought was the Gospel. For much has paraded under the name of Christianity that has not been
Christianity -- the Crusaders killing the Jews in their tracks as they traveled through villages and
countryside on their way to the Holy Land; the slaughtering of thousands and thousands of Jews in
the name of Christianity; the suffering of Jewish people at the hands of Catholic churches in
Poland, Hungary, and Spain during the terrible Spanish Inquisition. To the Jews, Christianity
spells all this.
Now the Lord was placing this woman in my care that I might be able to minister to her.
"Please, God," I prayed, "in some way soften her heart. May something happen to open the door to
her home as well."
She had cancer of the upper palate, and I knew it had been radical surgery. Her recovery,
too, would be critical. When she was brought into recovery room, I asked if I could especially
observe her and take her vital signs. They granted me the permission. As I was watching Mrs.
Weiss her color began to change. Her face reddened, then turned bluish. Her feet began to kick.
She began to struggle for breath. It was evident that her nasal and respiratory passages were filling
with mucous and blood from the area where the cancer had been removed. I quickly pushed the
panic button. The doctors came in and wanted to do a tracheotomy right away. We set up the
tracheotomy tray. A student nurse was between the doctors and myself. I thought I would just
observe.
The doctors began to call for various instruments. The nurse handed the doctor the
instrument called for first, and when he made the incision, the blood spurted. Being just a student,
the nurse had never seen blood spurt before and fainted dead away. There was no time to pick her
up or do anything about it. We had to make an opening so that this woman could breathe. The
doctors kept on calling for instruments.
I prayed, "O Lord, please let me know which instruments they want, because I don't know
anything about being a nurse."
God did help me. He gave me the wisdom to hand them the right instruments at the right
time, and soon the doctors had inserted a little tube in Mrs. Weiss' throat so that she could breathe.
That afternoon I left the hospital and was out of town over the week-end. When I returned
on Monday I was told by one of the nurses that Mrs. Weiss wanted to see me. I asked the nurse
why she wanted to see me.
"O," she said, "she just wants to see you. She asked that you be sent to her room."
"How did she know that I was even here?"
"We told her. We told her that it was your quick observation that saved her life, and she
wants to see you."