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Sarah said, "Never mind. Never mind. Let me think. Let me think. We were just going to
ask you if you could take care of Rabbi every day. He still needs some help. Just on that shift from
seven to three."
"But -- you wouldn't want me to now."
Rabbi said, "Let me think. Let me think." Then he looked up at me and said, "Nu -- [In the
Yiddish language that could mean anything.] Nu -- I'm t'inking. Would you? Would you take care of
me from seven to three? We'd pay you anything you ask."
"Rabbi, you mean you want me -- a Hebrew Christian -- to take care of you for a few
weeks?"
"Yes, I'd rather have you and your Chesus than anybody I know. How much do you
charge?"
"Why, Rabbi, if you would let me do it, I wouldn't charge you a cent. I couldn't. I'd count it
a privilege. Would you let me?"
"Of course."
I began to take care of Rabbi every morning. I had prayer and Bible study in his room with
him and his wife. I brought him an amplified version of the Old Testament. We read it every day.
He thought it was the most beautiful translation from the pure Hebrew he had ever read. He wanted
to know if there was a New Testament also in the amplified version. I bought him a copy of that,
and O what a precious, gracious time we had together!
There was still a sign on Rabbi's door that no visitors were allowed. He was a very
popular man, well known among the Jews throughout the city. Had not the sign been there, he
would have been besieged by visitors all hours of the day and into the night. He needed rest; he
needed to recuperate.
I arrived at the rabbi's room early one morning. I was usually there at seven, but this
morning it was six-thirty. I stepped in, but he was sleeping, so I stood outside the door. The
hospital chaplain -- a rabbi, of course -- passed me. He saw me, but did not say anything. A little
later when I was feeding the rabbi, the chaplain came in.
"What are you doing in here?" he accosted me. "Didn't you see that sign on the door? Don't
you know you're not allowed in here? Can't you read? Now, see that door? Get out!"
Rabbi Eleazer raised himself on his left elbow. He looked at the chaplain and said, "Who
says? Who do you think you are, Joe? The Pope? I'm going to subordinate you and demote you to a
cardinal. I want you to know that this is little Mother Superior, and from now on you'll address her
as Mother Superior. God has sent this angel along to take care of me, and how dare you make any
trouble for her? If I ever find out that you do, you're going to pay for it. Why, do you know this
little woman has been taking care of me for weeks? She comes all the way from East St. Louis