A. hears the truth

Finally.

Steve just called with the news. A's doctor has admitted that there is nothing more he can do.

Steve was there this morning when the doctor came to speak with H., and H. asked Steve to be with him for that talk. (That alone was reason to praise God.) Steve was able to help the doctor to convince H. that any further treatments will increase and prolong her suffering. It was bitter news for H.

H. told the doctor that in Iranian culture, one does not speak of dying, particularly to the person who is ill. The doctor bluntly responded that this is the U.S. and he has a responsibility to tell his patients what their condition is, which is what he proceeded to do. A. made it clear she does not want any more surgery, or feeding tubes. The doctor is recommending hospice, but it sounds like she will stay in the hospital for a few more days. Does she even have that long, I wonder?

Momma D. is a mess...she was under the impression they could get A. well enough so she could go back to Iran to see her brothers and then die. The doctor said absolutely no way will this happen.

I am going to get cleaned up and go see A. Perhaps now we can speak openly, before her family, about what lies ahead for her in Christ, instead of whispering.

Last night I ran into a friend who had been visiting A. She was weeping. "I am so angry with God," she confessed. "He could have done a miracle here, and then they would have believed. That whole family could have been won for Jesus!"

"Yes, but which Jesus?" I mused. "Magic Jesus? They've heard enough of him from some of H's friends. Power Jesus? But that would have just been Allah with a different name. Dying and rising Jesus? Now that is the Jesus who is the Truth."

Now that A. has heard the truth, may she soon see Him.