Upon our arrival at Town Hill Hospital this morning, and after a short time spent in prayer, the seminarians were assigned their various tasks which included cleaning floors, taking out the trash, administering medication (those with nursing backgrounds), serving meals - and doing the laundry, which is what I am currently busy with.
This entails collecting the laundry from the various wards - quite a messy job since (a) no laundry has been done for a week, and (b) being a psychiatric hospital, much of the bedding is wet from involuntary urination. Then it is loaded into the back of mine and Martin's bakkies, where it is taken to the two residences. Getting everything washed, dried, folded, and returned to the hospital is proving to be quite a task, especially given the damp weather (with the day starting off rainy).
I'm now starting to get a real and tangible understanding of the kind of ministry offered by the Good Samaritan in Jesus' parable - and although my bakkie, the laundry, and I will need some serious disinfecting once this is all over, right now I am feeling a sense of being in God's perfect will. And it feels great!
Who am I? - [image: Image result for Who am I] In a haunting poem, written from his prison cell, Dietrich Bonhoeffer reflects on an eternal question... *Who am I*? Par...
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