The hospital waiting room was busy all day, but now at 10 p.m. it was quiet and nearly empty. At opposite ends of the room two men were sitting, both with some kind of smartphone or that sort of an internet device. At the Welcome receptionist desk an older woman was on the phone.
The younger man stretched and stood up. He crossed the room to where the other man was sitting. “Excuse me, got a minute to talk?”
Gerald looked up with a sad look on his face. He nodded, so Randy introduced himself. Gerald noticed the name tag this stranger had on his shirt, “Listening and Praying.”
Randy explained, “I’m a volunteer here at Good Samaritan Hospital for the night shift on Mondays, and I walk the halls and pray for who’s in each room. Don’t know what ails him or her, but I pray God’s love and God’s healing for each one.”
“Well, I’m a working man and I’m usually at home snoring. But Betta had a seizure, so she’s in there, and I’m out here.”
“OK if I pray for her healing and for your peace of mind?”
“Sure, but I guess I should own up: I don’t know about God. Never found out enough to believe.”
“Any particular irritation?”
“Nah,” was Gerald’s reply.
A long silence followed, then Randy spoke in a kindly tone of voice,