Jairus Daughter – Part 2

Normally that would have been a good thing, but Mama said that something was wrong with the way Naomi was sleeping and that she was really worried. She turned to Papa and looked scared. I had never seen her look that way before in all my life. That scared me and it even scared Papa. I think it was then that he and Mama both began to believe that Naomi was going to die from this. The doctor had not been able to help, none of the ladies in the village had been able to help and now Naomi was sleeping in a very weird way that worried Mama. I started to understand that I might lose my sister. I went over to a corner of the room and sat down. I had never felt so sad before. It was then that one of the other leaders from the synagogue came by to tell Papa that the rabbi called Jesus was going to be arriving down at the lakefront in a boat with all of his disciples real soon and that they should go down to make sure that he did not lead any of the members of their synagogue astray with His crazy teachings.

Mama looked at Papa again. This time she was not scared. She simply said to him, “Jairus, you need to go and talk to Jesus and ask him to come and see Naomi. Maybe He can heal her. I am afraid that she is going to die.”

Papa was stunned. He could not believe what he was hearing. After all, he had just told Mama last night that they should all steer clear of this man named Jesus. Papa especially could not believe that he was hearing it from his own wife with the men from the synagogue standing right there. He was stunned speechless. I have never seen Papa unable to talk before. But, he stood there for a full minute moving his mouth but nothing was coming out.

He walked over to the bench by the window and sat down for the longest time, staring out. There was a crowd of people beginning to gather as word had quickly spread about Naomi’s sickness. There were also a few other men from the synagogue outside talking about going down to confront Jesus. And of course there was Mama inside staring at Papa, waiting for him to make a decision. She finally uttered just two desperate words, “Jairus, please!”

Papa turned from the window, stood up and looked tenderly at Mama. He then said to his friends, “You will have to excuse me. I have a very important errand to do for my daughter.” He then hurried out the door and headed down the street toward the lake. Mama turned her attention toward Naomi again. She kept wiping her forehead with a wet cloth, occasionally squeezing a few drops of water onto her lips.

Papa’s friends from the synagogue made their excuses and headed out the door. Outside, they met up with some of the other men from the synagogue that were in the crowd that was forming. They talked excitedly for just a moment or so and then they all headed down the street toward the lake, picking up their robes so that they could walk faster.

Since no one was paying any attention to me, I took off after Papa to see where he was headed and what he was going to do. I could run a lot faster than any of them could walk, so I caught up with Papa just about the time he got to the lake front. He looked around for a minute and then noticed the crowd that was gathering down on the shore where a boat had just come in.

Papa walked directly over to the crowd of people and pushed his way toward the man at the center of all the attention. I was right behind him when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, coming face to face with the most unusual man I had ever seen. I then saw something that I had never seen before in my life. Papa got fully down on the ground. He was laying face down right in the dirt and was almost shouting so that the man could hear him really well. Papa was pleading with the man to heal his little daughter. “She is about to die,” he said in desperation. “Please come and place your hands on her; heal her so she can live.” I had never heard Papa talk that way before. I was amazed.

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Jairus Daughter – Part 3 – Final Part

Papa walked directly over to the crowd of people and pushed his way toward the man at the center of all the attention. I was right behind him when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, coming face to face with the most unusual man I had ever seen. I then saw something that I had never seen before in my life. Papa got fully down on the ground. He was laying face down right in the dirt and was almost shouting so that the man could hear him really well. Papa was pleading with the man to heal his little daughter. “She is about to die,” he said in desperation. “Please come and place your hands on her; heal her so she can live.” I had never heard Papa talk that way before. I was amazed.

Well, by now I had figured out that this man was Jesus. He bent down and took Papa by his hand, pulling him up to his feet. Jesus looked him right in the eye and said to him, “Take me to her.” Papa stared into Jesus’ eyes for what seemed like a really long time and then he did something else that surprised me. He said in a very reverent tone, “Yes, rabbi.” and then began to quickly lead Jesus back up the street toward our house. I took off running as fast as I could back to the house so that I could tell Mama that Papa was coming home and bringing Jesus with him. Just before I reached the door of our house I heard people wailing and moaning. I had heard those sounds before, when someone had died. I got a real sick feeling in my stomach that something really bad had happened. I ran inside to find Mama and the other women wailing over Naomi. They were lamenting that she was dead. “Oh, NO!” I thought to myself, not after what Papa had just done, risking everything by defying his friends from the synagogue. Jesus is getting here too late.

I just stood there for a minute looking at my sister. She didn’t look dead to me. She couldn’t be dead. She was too young. This couldn’t happen to my sister. I was suddenly overcome with a deep sadness. And then I felt angry that God would allow this to happen. I was very angry. Then I heard a lot of voices outside. Papa must be arriving with Jesus. Mama was going out the door to stop them from coming in. I ran out right behind her to see what was going on. One of the women had sent a message to Papa telling him not to bother bringing Jesus, that it was too late. When I got outside, I could see them talking. Mama and Papa were both standing there with Jesus in the street outside of our home. One of the women kept repeating that Naomi was dead and that they should not come into the house. She said that they needed to begin the preparation of the body for burial and that Jesus would be in the way.

Mama and Papa looked at each other and then they both looked at Jesus as if he was going to tell them what to do. He did. He looked at each of them and then said, “Don’t listen to them and don’t be afraid. Just trust me.” He then moved past them toward the house. People were laughing at him, but he just ignored them. On the way in he told everyone to move away from the house. He called to Mama and Papa and to three of his disciples to follow him. They all went in the house with him. I ran over to the window so that I could see in. When I got there, Jesus was telling the other people that were in the house to leave. No one argued. They just left. Somehow people just obeyed him. Once everyone was outside except Mama, Papa, Jesus and his three disciples, he went to where Naomi laid, leaned over, took her by the hand and said to her, “Get up little girl.” I tell you it was like she had just been lying there waiting for him to show up and say that. She just popped right up as though nothing had ever been wrong with her. She looked at Jesus for a minute, put her hand on top of his hand and smiled at him.

Then she got up and walked right over to Mama and Papa and hugged them. It was amazing! I ran inside and got a hug of my own. I then looked at Jesus. He also looked at me. I felt something warm inside of me when he did that. I knew at that moment, deep in my heart that he had been sent from God. I understood later that He was the Son of God. But, anyway, life was never the same after that for my family.

Before Jesus left, he made sure that Mama got something for Naomi to eat. He wouldn’t stay to eat himself, but we made it a point to take food to him and his disciples every time they passed through our town. We all became followers of Jesus. I still didn’t understand a lot of things but I did understand that God loves us and cares for us more than we can ever imagine. And I will never forget the day that God sent Jesus to our house to prove how much He loves us.

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Final story in the series – Jairus Daughter – Part 1

Jairus’ Daughter

Mark 5:21-24, 35-43

My name is Amos. You don’t know me. I’m just a boy and not very important, I guess. But, I have a really good story to tell if you’d like to hear it. It’s not about me though. It’s really about my sister. Her name is Naomi. But, you probably don’t really know her either, at least not by name. I understand that most people only really know that she is my Papa’s daughter. You might know my Papa though. My Papa’s name is Jairus. This is about the day that my Papa met the Master. You know who He is. The Master is Jesus.

Well, it all started in a kind of silly way. You see Naomi and I were both still a little hungry one night. There was just a little bit of fish left over from a picnic that we had gone on the day before. Mama had said to throw it away because it was summer and food spoiled quicker in the heat, but Naomi and I had hidden some for a snack later. I had eaten mine the evening before, but she had saved hers until last night. She ate it just before going to bed and there was no problem at the time. That night we went to bed just like usual. But, Papa and Mama were talking about something really important so I kind of stayed awake to listen. They were talking about a rabbi named Jesus. I had heard about him from some of the other boys. They told me that this Jesus was healing sick people like leper’s and blind people. The blind people were getting to see, just like you and me. And some people were even saying that he was the Messiah that we Jews had waited such a long time for.

Well, anyway, Mama and Papa were almost arguing about this rabbi Jesus. Mama was telling Papa about all the wonderful things people were saying about Him. But Papa said that he had heard at the synagogue that Jesus was stirring up the people to rebel against the Romans and against the scribes and Pharisees in Jerusalem. Papa was sure that there was going to be some trouble with this rabbi and that we should stay away from Jesus and not go see Him if He came to our town. Mama argued that she wanted to know more, that this man might be a prophet or even the Messiah and she wanted to make up her own mind. Papa said that if this man named Jesus were a prophet, he would be recognized by the leaders in the synagogue or by the scribes and Pharisees in Jerusalem. But they were all sure He was some sort of troublemaker like those zealots that keep trying to stir up rebellion against Rome. Papa said he was going to stay away from Jesus and he made it clear that Mama and us children were to do the same.

That was pretty much all they said. Then they went to bed and we all had a peaceful sleep until about two hours before dawn. Naomi started moaning and groaning something awful. And she was holding her stomach saying that it was hurting really bad. Mama got up first to see what was wrong and to get her some water mixed with a little wine. That would usually help out an upset stomach, but Naomi just started throwing up all over the place. Mama then called for me and Papa to get up and help out. I had to get a big bowl with water in it and some rags to help clean up the mess. Mama asked Papa if they should send for the doctor and he said to wait a little bit to see if Naomi would settle down.

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More Adventures in Unemployment and Medicine – an update….

I realized that I haven’t posted anything about these topics in awhile. So, here goes.

I am still unemployed. It seems that my industry has passed me by. Skills (coding and SQL) are required now that were not previously required. I used to have the required skillset, but I had a series of jobs that did not allow me to keep up with newer trends. So, the skills I used to have no longer fit. The only way to get the experience is to get it “on the job” and you can’t get a job doing it unless you have the skills. That age old catch-22 has now caught me.

As a result, I have been applying for Para-Educator positions with the local school districts. I have had some interviews, but have not been hired. Yet…my lack of mobility may be an issue there.

I applied for Social Security and will begin receiving that this month. That will help with the finances. That will not be enough, however, to allow us to keep our house. We can no longer maintain the mortgage payments. So, I will be contacting the bank that owns it to tell this to them later this morning. We will be joining the ranks of literally millions of others who are unable to keep up with house payments in these rough economic times.

On the health front, I finally got a diagnosis that there is a mechanical problem with my lower back that has been at the root of most of the symptoms I have been experiencing. I had an MRI on the last day of my old insurance that confirmed it. Now the problem is getting the treatment I need from a new doctor that accepts my new insurance.

The new insurance is one of the Obamacare plans and few doctors accept it because it is viewed as a DSHS/Medicaid/Medicare plan in the way it pays. I do have an appointment with a back specialist in a couple of weeks. I am hoping that he will have an effective treatment plan so I can stop hobbling around like an old man.

I will post a story tomorrow. Still haven’t decided which one yet.

In all of these struggles, I do acknowledge that God is in command of my situation and look to Him for guidance and comfort. No matter what happens, I will praise Him for He is able to make all things work together for good.

More Adventures in Unemployment and Medicine

I have been remiss and did not post for that last couple of weeks. Primarily, that was because nothing really positive has happened.

On the job front, I did not get the healthcare job I interviewed for. They told me I was one of the final two, but they chose the other guy. No worries, God will provide and, in some ways, it was a relief that I was not going to be having to commute for two to two and one half hours each day. (That is me trying to find a nice takeaway from not being chosen.)

I did hear about another job that I would be qualified for and, once again, it is about an hour commute away from home. I have mixed feelings about it. I am a good fit for the job and was submitted with a strong chance for an interview. We shall see.

On the medical front, the biopsy determined that our preliminary diagnosis was incorrect. That puts us pretty close to square one in determining what is wrong with me (physically, that is). I started physical therapy and the therapist thinks that there may be a problem with my back that is causing all the symptoms. While that could be true, I would be astounded that all the doctors that I have seen did not think of that and eliminate it. Once again, we shall see.

I have been working on the prospect of shifting to some form of technical writing as a career change. However, most of the technical writing jobs require technical skills I do not have and, to be quite honest, will require writing about things that bore me to tears.

I want and need to find something to do that either comes from or incites a passion in me. I plan to spend time this week exploring that idea.

To that end, I am going to be devoting more time to this blog in order to share that journey and to spend more time writing.

Thanks for reading.

Adventures (further) in Unemployment and Medicine

We return this week to another week gone by without a job or a finalized diagnosis. God is giving me an opportunity to learn patience and to just wait on Him.

I had an interview for a really nice job on Monday. It is back in healthcare and doing some work that dovetails nicely with other work that I have done in the last few years. The only drawback is that it is at the edge of my commuting range. It would take about an hour to get there. I have heard that they like me, but continue to do interviews. I should hear sometime next week.

In the meantime, there are a couple of other opportunities that have surfaced. One is fairly local and the other may be primarily Work At Home (WAH) but would require regular trips to either California or Arizona. The details of the expectations of the WAH job are a bit sketchy still. We shall see. God is in control of these things, not me.

I still do not have the results for the biopsy done last week. My understanding is that the analysis is a two step process and is just time consuming. So, nothing new on that front either.

I also ran out of medical insurance on the 13th of this month. I am hoping to get the Cobra paperwork but, that has not appeared yet.

I would appreciate prayers for my attitude since being unemployed is always stressful for me and, when you add the pain on top of that, well…I am not always pleasant to be around these days.