My daughter, Rachel was five years old and we were visiting from room to room in a nursing home. We had
stopped at the first bed in a room to visit a new friend named Fred. We all chatted for a few minutes. Rachel, then offered to sing a song while accompanying herself on a small harp.
As soon as she gaily began to sing "Jesus loves me, this I know," an angry voice from bed number two yelled out, "Who is that? What's that noise?" A curtain drawn
between the two beds separated us from sight of the second occupant in the room. I guessed from the voices on the other side of the curtain that several attendants were helping a patient dress.
Rachel, undaunted by the interruption, continued. . . . "For the Bible tells me so."
The angry man's voice continued to sound through the curtain, "Stop that noise! Stop it right now!"
Fred was visibly touched by Rachel's song, and she continued, completing the whole song. As she sang, I silently
prayed that she would not be frightened.
As she finished, the curtain was drawn aside. One of the
attendants began to wheel the angry resident past us on the way out to the hallway. Just as the wheelchair passed by us, the patient lashed out with his arm to hit Rachel, narrowly missing her!
Hoping this attack would not permanently frighten her, I quickly knelt down to her level. "Are you okay?"
She looked at me sadly. "Oh, Mom, I'll bet if he knew Jesus, he wouldn't act like that."
Sometimes the vision of a child is so much clearer than that of an experienced adult.
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