The Whisper of Hope

When the heat hits me I go quiet. I can feel perspiration building on my forehead. Somehow out of the fifteen landrovers that Mercy Ships owned we managed to get the one that doesnt have airconditioning...I am not complaining though as I feel so grateful that we actually have cars we can use to have some time off and away from the ship. As we drive through the chaotic marketplace and traffic we constantly here the whisper "Mercy Ships" from the crowds. As we pass by a woman selling produce from the bowl carried upon her head, her face softens and she gives me a smile and the thumbs up.

When we come to a standstill (which is often) we are often approached...."Please I have this lump here on my hand, can you help me?". Sometimes we take photographs, names and numbers and other times we sadly have to respond that we cannot help with their medical condition. We screened at the beginning of the year but the people continue to come to our Port gate with hope that we can bring healing. Only by God's grace is this possible.

Suprize Reunion

Tears pricked my eyes as we embraced in a warm hug. I looked down at her stomach and exclaimed "You are pregnant" and she smiled back at me shyly. I first met her in 2010 as I carried out the checklist for her surgery. Her scalp was burned from a car accident, yet when I looked in her eyes I could see a deep beauty. I was suprized to learn she had two children but she was my age.

2010

Her name is Mayalie and she is from Sierra Leone. She told me that one day as she lay in a hospital bed after being there for months following the accident a white missionary Doctor walked in to find her crying. When he asked her what was wrong she explained her wounds were not healing after many attempts with surgery and skin grafts and she had no more money to pay for her care. He flew her to Togo for surgery onboard Mercy ships and our Plastic surgeon Dr Tertius operated on her multiple times. The results were wonderful.

Last week she came onboard for a visit and to share a meal with myself, Michel and the lovely nurse Jane who carried out her months of wound care following her surgery. On her back she carried her newborn baby of three months and

people "oohed" and "aaahed" over her as we showed her around the ship. Mayalie had spent months on Deck three, which holds our hospital. She looked around, amazed to survey all the decks and crew living areas she had not seen in her stay last year. We took her down to the hospital and past the ward she had lived in as she snuck glances in the window at patients who were now where she once was. It was a great moment when Dr Tertius walked out into the hallway, he smiled with joy to see her well and healthy. It is not often that he gets to see many of his patients post-operatively, it was a special moment as she said softly "Thankyou Dr Tertius".

Inspiring Grace

As soon as my friend Harriet entered my cabin I could clearly see something was on her mind. She's so amazing and she inspires me. Everytime I think I'm having a hard day I take a moment to consider how challenging her days are. As she leaves the ship every morning she goes out into the heat and sits with patients as they face the reality that they are dying. She is the last person they see as they leave the Screening Gates. Many leave holding an appointment card, full of hope. Sadly there are always those we cannot help; she has to comfort them as they grapple with the truth that their physical conditions are terminal. She is priviledged to meet with them in their homes (which are sometimes situated on the sides of mountains and require walking through valleys). With this comes discomfort as she walks head on into their culture and ways, equipped with prayer and pain medication to help soothe their pain. She is our ships hospital Palliative Care nurse.

She began to share how today had been unexpected as she sat opposite a dying man who was a known rebel leader during the war that tore apart Sierra Leone. As her translator Esther began to speak to him a revelation came over her also and she turned to my friend Harriet and said "I know this man! he was one of the main Rebel Leaders in my province. I managed to escape with my parents but my Grandmother was too frail to come with us and she was raped by the rebels as they came through my village". Her translator spoke with grace and care. Later she told Harriet "I have forgiven, but I cannot forget". He admitted to them he was too ashamed and scared to return to his village and family because of all he did through the war. This man dying all alone in a small room haunted with the memories of war crimes that he carried out and ordered from his child soldiers beneath him. As she told me this I was filled with emotions, they flew around me and I couldn't pin any of them down. Rage was there but also deep saddness and compassion. All I could think of was Salimatou (I shared about her in a previous blog) and how her life was changed in just a moment. How she had to deal daily with her amputated legs and the rebels cruel acts .

This man has chosen to return to his village and his family to die. Harriet and Esther have shown him God's love as they sat with him and listened to his heart. Esther the translator extended grace as she voiced before they left "I know what you have done, I know who you are but I also know that the past is the past and is also forgiven". The power of those words struck me. Grace is forgiving those who don't deserve to be forgiven. I find it amazing and challenging to my core to witness it being extended to this man.