Thursday’s Thoughts from Pastor David
In the summer of 1986 I served as a Chaplain on the cardiology floor (11th floor) of the Baptist Hospital, now called Wake Forest Baptist Medical Center.
One of my responsibilities was to go room to room and check in on patients, see how they were doing, pray with them and their families and offer any other kind of spiritual counsel and support.
I entered one room and saw the patient sitting upright in his bed as he was flanked by two gentlemen, who happened to be family members.
I introduced myself as being one of the “Ministers” in the hospital and we engaged in some friendly conversation for about five minutes. After a slight pause in our dialogue, the patient looked at me quizzically and said, “You’re awfully young to be one of the “Administrators” of the hospital.” (I was 23 years old at the time!)