follow me, I’m sure you’ll find the wonderful things we’re
doing here impressive. In fact, some of the things I have witnessed
here myself verge on the miraculous. Maybe Master Jeremiah has
already told you about some of the things we do here?”
“Yes, indeed,” Jeremiah said.
“Most certainly yes, we have talked a good deal about this
marvellous hospital and also about the miracles that have been
brought about with the help of the Lord in this very place. Yes, my
dear Drummond, miracles do happen even in our day and age and I am
proud to say that I have played no small part in them, if I may say
so myself.”
“I couldn’t agree more,”
Director Lee said. “And if good Master Jeremiah is too bashful to
tell you about the true extent of the Lord’s work that we
accomplish here then I can only invite you to see with your own
eyes.”
They went up a floor in the lift
and down a corridor. Mr. Drummond looked around in eager
anticipation of any medical miracles there might be to see. His own
state of mind and the relentless chatter from Master Jeremiah and
Director Lee had already made him a firm believer in the miraculous
cures that were possible or even commonplace in a Dryvellist
Hospital. And if others benefitted from such miracles then why
shouldn’t he too? After years of prayers and worship at the temple,
not to mention a fortune in donations surely he was as much
entitled to a medical miracle as anyone else. And if he thought
about it, didn’t he have more of a right to such a miracle than
most other people? The more he considered the matter the surer he
was that a miraculous cure of his own disease was a foregone
conclusion. His only regret was all the time he had wasted at
public hospitals.
They came round a corner and
entered one of the wards where they were greeted by laughter. A
nurse was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room apparently
having a good time with the four patients in the room.
“Hello, sister,” Director Lee
said. “This is Mr. Drummond. He’s thinking of joining us here and
would like to see what things are like. Can you tell us about what
you’re doing?”
“Hello, Mr. Drummond,” the
pretty young nurse said with a winning smile. “It’s so nice to have
you here, I’m sure you’ll love it. So what have we been doing? We
started with a prayer for healing and good health from our merciful
Lord. Then we sang a few psalms and talked about our lives, what
has happened and what we’re planning to do after we leave here. But
maybe our patients could share with us. Justin, would you like to
tell Mr. Drummond about yourself?”
A young man about twenty years
old was sitting upright in bed and looked at Mr. Drummond. “Yea,
sure,” Justin said. “Actually I don’t know what I can tell you, Mr.
Drummond. It’s like I had this really bad accident and couldn’t
walk and now my leg’s just fine again. Look!” he said and swung his
legs out of bed. He stood up and slowly walked to Mr. Drummond and
shook his hand before going back to bed again. He had fallen off
his bike and broken his leg, but no one told Drummond that.
“Marvellous,” Drummond said.
“How I wish I could get up just like that again and walk around.
Are you going to get out of here again? I mean are you cured?”
“Yea, sure,” Justin said a
little bewildered. “Of course I’m getting out again. I’m quite well
again. There’s nothing like the relaxation and banter with the
nurse here to get you back on your feet. After a month here you’ll
be just your old self again,” Justin said confidently with his own
case in mind.
The nurse smiled. “That’s great,
Justin. Thank you for sharing with us. And thank the Lord for
making you well again.”
“And the lame shall walk again!”
Jeremiah happily quoted from The Holy Dryvel. “Now what did I tell
you, my dear Drummond. Miracles do still happen even in our day and
age! Didn’t I say so?”
“You certainly did, Master
Jeremiah. Yes,
doing here impressive. In fact, some of the things I have witnessed
here myself verge on the miraculous. Maybe Master Jeremiah has
already told you about some of the things we do here?”
“Yes, indeed,” Jeremiah said.
“Most certainly yes, we have talked a good deal about this
marvellous hospital and also about the miracles that have been
brought about with the help of the Lord in this very place. Yes, my
dear Drummond, miracles do happen even in our day and age and I am
proud to say that I have played no small part in them, if I may say
so myself.”
“I couldn’t agree more,”
Director Lee said. “And if good Master Jeremiah is too bashful to
tell you about the true extent of the Lord’s work that we
accomplish here then I can only invite you to see with your own
eyes.”
They went up a floor in the lift
and down a corridor. Mr. Drummond looked around in eager
anticipation of any medical miracles there might be to see. His own
state of mind and the relentless chatter from Master Jeremiah and
Director Lee had already made him a firm believer in the miraculous
cures that were possible or even commonplace in a Dryvellist
Hospital. And if others benefitted from such miracles then why
shouldn’t he too? After years of prayers and worship at the temple,
not to mention a fortune in donations surely he was as much
entitled to a medical miracle as anyone else. And if he thought
about it, didn’t he have more of a right to such a miracle than
most other people? The more he considered the matter the surer he
was that a miraculous cure of his own disease was a foregone
conclusion. His only regret was all the time he had wasted at
public hospitals.
They came round a corner and
entered one of the wards where they were greeted by laughter. A
nurse was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room apparently
having a good time with the four patients in the room.
“Hello, sister,” Director Lee
said. “This is Mr. Drummond. He’s thinking of joining us here and
would like to see what things are like. Can you tell us about what
you’re doing?”
“Hello, Mr. Drummond,” the
pretty young nurse said with a winning smile. “It’s so nice to have
you here, I’m sure you’ll love it. So what have we been doing? We
started with a prayer for healing and good health from our merciful
Lord. Then we sang a few psalms and talked about our lives, what
has happened and what we’re planning to do after we leave here. But
maybe our patients could share with us. Justin, would you like to
tell Mr. Drummond about yourself?”
A young man about twenty years
old was sitting upright in bed and looked at Mr. Drummond. “Yea,
sure,” Justin said. “Actually I don’t know what I can tell you, Mr.
Drummond. It’s like I had this really bad accident and couldn’t
walk and now my leg’s just fine again. Look!” he said and swung his
legs out of bed. He stood up and slowly walked to Mr. Drummond and
shook his hand before going back to bed again. He had fallen off
his bike and broken his leg, but no one told Drummond that.
“Marvellous,” Drummond said.
“How I wish I could get up just like that again and walk around.
Are you going to get out of here again? I mean are you cured?”
“Yea, sure,” Justin said a
little bewildered. “Of course I’m getting out again. I’m quite well
again. There’s nothing like the relaxation and banter with the
nurse here to get you back on your feet. After a month here you’ll
be just your old self again,” Justin said confidently with his own
case in mind.
The nurse smiled. “That’s great,
Justin. Thank you for sharing with us. And thank the Lord for
making you well again.”
“And the lame shall walk again!”
Jeremiah happily quoted from The Holy Dryvel. “Now what did I tell
you, my dear Drummond. Miracles do still happen even in our day and
age! Didn’t I say so?”
“You certainly did, Master
Jeremiah. Yes,
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