Twenty seven days

Twenty seven days

            Twenty seven days is not a long time for most of us, it is not even a month unless you count February. However twenty seven days can seem an eternity if you are in difficult situations. Some years ago a pastor in the foothills of North Carolina called me and asks that I visit a family at Duke Hospital in Durham. The patient was a beautiful young lady in her late teens. Her ailment was leukemia, she was given a bone morrow transplant and her body rejected it and the battle was graft versus host. The doctors, nurses, family, friends and pastor were all at a loss as to what to do. The disease was destroying this young lady’s life and everyone was helpless. How long would she suffer? No one knew.

            The mother and uncle were her constant companions; others were there from time to time. On one occasion a group from her church came and sang hymns to her, every time they stopped she would say sing again. They sang until their voices were given out and then begun to pray when they stopped she would insist they pray again finally they had to leave in exhaustion.

Her uncle was a lost man and she was concerned about his soul. One day she kept asking for him, when he finally arrived she said “unkie I want you to promise me you will meet me in heaven.” She witnessed to him about the Lord but her uncle went away unsaved. Witnessing that scene gave me a clearer picture of the allurements of the world, the power of Satan and the hardness of men’s hearts. Had I not been saved I believe I would have accepted Christ at the plea of this young lady to meet her in heaven.    

The suffering this young lady did was enough for two lifetimes.  I have never seen anyone suffer any more than she did.  I pray I never witness anyone suffer like that again.  During her last days I saw nurses rub her body with salve to relieve the pain, they would be crying like a baby as they did because of tremendous pain. The doctors quit going in the room only those closest to her would enter. It was in these twenty seven days that our Lord taught me lessons that I will never forget. I thank Him for the opportunity to minister to her, but I am eternally grateful for the way He ministered to me.

These are the lessons I learned from a 17 year old girl, just 27 days from home.

27 days from home = looks are not important.

27 days from home = what others think is not important.

27 days from home = clothing is not important; style, color, and cut are immaterial.

27 days from home = interest in the opposite sex diminish.

27 days from home = possessions pale.

27 days from home = other people's feelings are filtered through the sieve of suffering for value.

27 days from home = career's carry no concern or value.

27 days from home = you don't complain about 'what my church has not done for me'.

27 days from home = there is no concern about how many hypocrite there are in the church.

27 days from  home =  people don't worry about the finances of the church, the Pastor's mistakes, or what people said and did to discourage them.

27 days from home = all the world has to offer is but vane; promise hold no allurement, possessions, prosperity and promotions are but naught.


PRAYER; especially the prayers of friends and loved ones

PRAISE; it becomes easier to praise God for little things

PEOPLE; a genuine concern for the lost as well as thankfulness for loved ones and friends

            I wonder how life would be if each of us lived as if we were twenty seven days from home.

            (Psalm 90:10 - 12) “The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. Who knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath. So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.”