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Rev. Brad Morris

Just when I think that I have heard or seen everything, there is always something else that arises to make me think again.

I have always been amazed at the desire and ability of the human nature to accomplish what is seemingly an impossible task or at the least one that is very difficult or outside the bounds of our normal expectations.

Years ago in Florida. I lived in a home next door to a nursing home. Late one afternoon there was a knock at my door. As I went to answer there stood an aid from the nursing home, dressed in her spotless white uniform. As I looked at her, I saw that her face did not match the white professional dress she had on. It was etched with a deep concern and eyes searching furtively for a positive answer to the as yet unasked question, “Had I seen an elderly couple walking?”

It seems that two friends, a man and a woman both in their eighties and both in the early stages of Alzheimer’s disease had made their “escape” from the home. No one knew how these beautiful, docile people had gotten out of a building with alarms on every door, and the people at the front desk. They don’t know how they got out, but they did. They were found safe an hour or so later sitting complacently together under the bleachers at the high school about a 1000 yards away. That couple made their mind up that they wanted out and they found a way.

Once I went to Tony’s Famous Pizza with a friend for a late-night meal. It was around 10:00 PM. I was standing at the counter placing my order when the door to my left opened. What I saw surprised me. An older gentleman was coming through the door. He had on a pair of bedroom slippers, a blue bathrobe which came above his knees and a hospital gown.

As he came over to where I was standing and placed both his arms up on the counter, I noticed that he had a hep-lock in his arm, you know those needles the hospitals place in your vein and leave so that they can give you your medicine without sticking you each time. I looked up at his face as he was looking at me. He smiled and I just said to him, “So, it looks like you’ve just escaped from the hospital.” He laughed, and said, “I sure did. They’re starving me on that hospital food, so I called me a taxi, and got him to bring me here to get some real food. He’s waiting in the parking lot to take me back to the hospital.”

I finished placing my order and went and had a seat. His order was given to him shortly and he left. My friend and I wondered how was he able to get out of the hospital? Was he on a special diet or did he just not like hospital food? We’ll never know. I do know that I met a very determined man that night, one who was willing to go to extreme measures to get him some “real food.”

Yes, even here in Georgetown, you will find that the human spirit is desirous to go after that thing which seems most important to it at the time. Things can be accomplished, obstacles can be overcome…if the person wants it badly enough.

Proverbs 13:12 says “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.” We all enjoy life and desire to fulfill our lives to the best of our ability. As we remember to keep room in our busy lives for God and give Him a preeminent position in our lives, we will find that which makes us truly happy. 1 Chronicles 16:10-12 “Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice. Look to the LORD and his strength; seek his face always. Remember the wonders he has done, his miracles, and the judgments he pronounced.”

Now if I am ever in the hospital and the food is not agreeing with me, please don’t call me a taxi for me to go get something in that fashionable hospital gown. Just bring the food to me. “What,” you may ask, “should I bring?” It doesn’t really matter, I like most anything! My list of what I don’t like is really quite short. As long as it doesn’t have beef liver or anchovies in it, I’ll eat it. Now, please understand I am not planning on going to the hospital just so I can have folks bring me something to eat. No, in fact I’d much rather you just invite me and my wife over one evening for a meal. I have several week-day evenings from which you could choose. Just give me a call, we’ll work something out.

Brad Morris, a retired minister, originally from Georgetown, served as a pastor and then as a missionary in Costa Rica and Ecuador, can be reached at  He has been in ministry for 49 years and a columnist for 16 years, 11 of which have been for the Times.