An Easter Story

Thursday, April 2, 2015

This is a true story. It was Eastertime a long time ago.

A young woman lay in a hospital bed, very tired and emotionally spent after giving birth to a baby girl.

She was alone, far from her hometown and relatives. Her husband wasn't there either. He had driven to their hometown to bring one of the relatives for a visit.

While he was away, the young woman had unexpectedly gone into labor. She wasn't due for another two and a half months. She panicked when she realized that she might have a premature birth.

She called a friend and asked if her husband could drive her to a nearby hospital. The friend said they would be right there, not to worry.

She was soon settled in a hospital room where doctors tried to prevent the birth, if possible. They wanted to give the baby every chance by preventing premature labor and birth.

The television set proclaimed the death and resurrection of a risen Lord. The sounds of Easter were being proclaimed across the nation. Christians were celebrating the resurrection by filling churches throughout the land. The song "Low in the Grave He Lay" was resounding from the choirs. Then the triumphant words "Up from the Grave He arose."

The young woman listened while she coped alone with her thoughts. She wiped tears away and composed herself when a man appeared in the doorway.

"Good morning, Ma'am," he said, holding a pair of wire pliers in his hand. "I was just wondering if you want to keep the television on or not." He explained that the set was rented by the patient in the room. If she didn't want to rent it, then he would disconnect it.

Then, just to make conversation, he said, "What did you have, a boy or a girl?"

She was quiet, then said, "I had a baby girl but she was born too soon. The man's face dropped when she said, "The baby died."

He began backing out of the room while he stammered, "Ma'am, I'm so sorry. I don't mean to bother you."

She told him she didn't want to rent the television set and that he could disconnect it. The truth was, she couldn't afford it.

"No ma'am," he said, "you keep that television as long as you want to. I'll be back later. You get some rest now."

And so she did. In following years, she would recall that act of kindness from a stranger.

But the next day, her husband and his sister arrived at the hospital, lending love and support.

It was a memorable Easter Sunday.