Tuesday afternoon I was leading a Bible Club in the rain We were taking the necessary precautions since the children were sitting inside my van with the doors open (safe and dry) while I held an umbrella over my head.
As we sang “my God is so big” (complete with muscle motions) I somehow scratched the top of my head. Not entirely sure how, believe it was with the metal part attached to the arms of the umbrella.
What I DO KNOW is it began to bleed severely!!!
The children were at first disgusted (and then fascinated) by the amount of blood that came from that small cut. This was probably because I’d been walking so my heart was beating quickly. With the help of some paper towels pictured above in this post, I was able to stop most of the bleeding.
I had a reading group right after that Bible club so the question was “do I go home and clean my wound (it did look nasty)” or “do I go do the reading group?”
Because it was the first group in a while, I decided to go see the kids before cleaning my wound.
Since I knew they would ask about it I showed the wound to the children, and calmly explained the bleeding was almost finished. And as soon as the session was over I’d go directly home and clean it.
Their grandmother who was on the porch took one look at the wound, and told me to sit down!
She immediately began ordering an older grandchild to get the rubbing alcohol, and some rags. A few moments later as I conducted the group, she carefully cleaned the wound, sanitized it, and put on two bandaids.
Now the truth is I could have waited to care for the wound at home…..
but she wouldn’t let me do it.
This grandmother (often referred to as Grand Grands here) was concerned about my wound. And REFUSED to allow me to deal with it later. She knew the cut itself wasn’t a serious problem, but as a ministry to me, wanted to make sure it was cared for right away.
She had a tender heart.
I was reminded later about the story of the good Samaritan where two men saw the wounded man and instead of helping, passed by on the other side. The Samaritan however was “moved with compassion” and helped the wounded man.
Dear friends we are surrounded by people who have been wounded by life. This may not be as obvious as my cut, but we can clearly see their wounds through actions and attitudes. The question is do we let them go on wounded, or do we stop and care for their wounds?
I am thankful for a grandmother who demanded I sit down and let her take care of my cut.
And it’s reminder that God wants us to carefully for the wounded around us.
Johnhwilburn.com 
Leave a comment