Freedom for the sick and tormented

This post was written while we were in Chad.

Last Sunday, in the morning, Sharon needed phone credit. At the shop where I buy credit sometimes, there were clipboards; I bought one. So, after worship (we have listened to sermons from our home church), I went next door. I gave the clipboard to the man with the chains around his hands and a bar around his feet. I included some colored pencils, two pens and a note pad and paper. My thought was, “If I sat in chains all day, I would want to do something other than think about my problems.” That’s all.

Now, that man with the chains next door is gone. He left today. Early in the morning before we had gotten started over at the house, he called me over. He and his family were SO thankful for the school books and the paper and pens; they had seen improvement in his struggle that they hadn’t seen up until then.
Apparently, he had a mental breakdown over three years ago and was struggling all that time with the torment in his mind. “Ever since that first day you came over, he has been doing much better.” This is where I heard the Arabic word “Zikr” (remember) for the very first time; “I will remember what you did to help. We will remember you.” I kept telling them that I hadn’t done it, but that it was God who had helped him.

Problems for the Sick

As much as this man needed a friend, I needed to know thatfreedom for the sick my time here is not in vain. To see the hope in that man’s eyes, eyes that have apparently been full of concern for a long, long time, was like healing balm to my dry skin.

He was on his way to El-Geneina, right across the border from Adré. My friends in Abéché who get seriously sick go to El-Geneina, and they come back healthy! However, those who spend the big bucks and send their family members to Hôpital la Liberté in N’Djaména face problems; almost every case of a friend who sent their relative there ends with the death of the sick person. They over-medicate, giving patients medicine in doses that kill them if the disease isn’t bad enough. The one piece of advice I freely give to all my Chadian friends is, “Don’t send your sick relatives to N’Djaména; send them to El Geneina.”

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