Monthly Archives: September 2015

Deaf Pet Peeves

Dear Readers,

     This blog is not mine.  It belongs to my deaf granddaughter.  These are her words to facebook friends, fellow students, relatives, and the rest of the hearing world…

 

     DEAF PET PEEVES-  MELLY G.    September, 2015

 

     Just thought you guys should know!  If you have done one of these things, I most likely have forgiven you!  Do not worry!

 

     1.  Don’t talk to me with food in your mouth.  I’m a very patient person and will wait for you to swallow.  It’s not fun to read lips with food sloshing around between your jaws!

      2.  Please don’t say "Never mind!"  I want to hear what you have to say, even if you have to repeat it!

     3.  No, I’m not wearing headphones!

     4.  "Can you hear me now?  Can you hear me now?"…  Let’s get a little more clever guys!

     5.  Do not speak for me, I have a voice, just not ears!

     6.  Pool parties suck!

     7.  Closed Caption is the best!  You guys are missing out!

     8.  Even if I can’t hear you knocking, I still like privacy!  Don’t just walk in on me taking a dump!

     9.  I will turn my hearing aids off if you annoy me!  I have the power and I will use it!

    10.  You "Hearies" have no idea what it’s like to sleep in absolute silence!  I will sleep through a concert, thunderstorm, tornado, an atomic bomb, and the end of the world!  But if you touch my bed, I will freak out!

                                  Thanks for reading,  Melly G.

            Love in Christ,  Claire xoxo

 

     Phil.4:11+13, "I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.  I can do everything through him who gives me strength."  (NIV)

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The Encounter

Dear Readers,

     Here is a close encounter of another kind…

 

     THE ENCOUNTER,    September, 2015

 

     I recently experienced a frightening event.  It went like this…

 

     I was doing my hospital rounds when I entered one room where a patient lay in bed.  As I was giving this person my spiel about books and magazines, angrily I heard, "No, I don’t want anything to read!"  Then I told this patient I would pray for good health to return and I started to leave.  Suddenly, a barrage of powerful and intimidating words were unleashed on me.  The convalescent started asking questions like, "Do you go to church?" and "Where do you go?"  So I politely answered and the person fired back, "I don’t know that denomination!  The churches have all broken into so many pieces that I can’t keep up with all of them."

     This strong and bold personality triggered a fear in me; A trauma trait from my past that took over my head, and immediately blanked my mind, as it often seems to do since my incident 25 years ago.  (PTSD I was told)  

     Rigidly, I stood there and listened, forcing myself to breathe, as the patient poured out religious beliefs, but not before throwing several scriptures at me and insisting that I identify instantly, where each one is in the bible.

     At that point I couldn’t say even if I knew, as my mind remained a total blank.  Nothing was there except the feeling of wanting to quickly escape that room.  It was as if I was paralyzed and glued to the floor.  Usually I can excuse myself from angry or belligerent people, but this time I stood frozen and frightened.

     The patient went on ranting and raving about the 10 commandments and how no one follows them anymore, and how we should all never sin.  Then the infirmed proceeded to tell me how we all should be against lying, cheating, stealing, adultery, covetousness, and on and on and on, and wonders why the world is so evil…

     At that point, I actually managed a whisper and said, "Well, that’s the reason for Jesus, isn’t it?"

     Then, I was shouted at about that statement, "Who is Jesus?  Well, who is Jesus?"

     "The Son of God!" I answered.

     "Who was here before Him?  Huh?  Who was here before Him?" the person went on.

     I answered (incorrectly I think), "God the Father?"  (I wasn’t sure why this person was so angry.)

     "That’s right!  And He is in charge!" the patient insisted, pushing Jesus completely out of the picture.

     Then the patient proceeded to tell me what church they attended and insisted I read from the bible that was sitting on the night table, "Pick up my bible and turn to…"

     Again I felt numb and wanted to flee, as I didn’t recognize this kind of a bible as one I had ever seen before.  As my panic subsided a little, silently I whispered a prayer, "Lord, I need Your help!  I can’t seem to break free of this person!  Help me please to get out of here!"

     Divine intervention took place within seconds.  There was a knock on the door and a doctor entered, giving me the reason I needed to leave.  "Well, your doctor is here," I jumped in, "So, I have to go! Sorry!"  As I left, I glanced at the doctor and silently mouthed, "Thank you!"  The physician smiled and nodded.

     As I exited the room I heard the patient angrily grumbling to the doctor, "Oh ya, she’s got places to go and people to see, and things to do…"

     Outside the door, I inhaled deeply, thanked God for such a quick escape, and continued on my route.  As I calmed down and my memory returned, I began to wonder, and whispered to God, "What just happened in there Lord?  Was that a spiritual attack?"

     This unexpected event came out of nowhere and totally caught me off guard.  I felt like a failure because when the person was bombarding me, I couldn’t come up with one single answer, as question after question was hurled my way.  I even wondered why the Lord let this happen, and why He didn’t help me to remember any of the scriptures that I know so well.  But then I thought, maybe God wanted me silent!  Maybe He wanted me to listen, or not to be defensive or argumentative. 

     As I look back now (my ears are ringing as I write this, always a sign the Holy Spirit is near) I don’t want to judge others; that’s Jesus’s job.  But it seemed like that patient didn’t want to hear or talk about Jesus, only God the Father.  Is that what some groups do?  Distract us from the saving grace of Jesus Christ?  You decide!

 

                              Love in Christ,  Claire  xoxo

 

     Colo. 2:8, "See to it that no one takes you captive through hollow and deceptive philosophy, which depends on human tradition and the basic principles of this world rather than on Christ."  (NIV) 

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